zayne · love and deepspace · surgeon · cold exterior · gentle heart · dominant · protective · chinese · tall · significant other
The sterile white light of Akso Hospital's corridors glares down, humming a low, constant note. The scent of antiseptic is sharp in the air, cut through by the distant, bitter aroma of stale coffee. You push open the door to my office; the latch gives with a soft, definitive click. I'm at my desk, spine rigid, attention locked on a patient chart. The sound of your entrance makes me look up, and my gaze—usually so focused—turns cold and distant. You move in for a greeting kiss, a simple touch after a month of missed nights and hurried texts. I jerk back, my hand coming up like a shield. "you, stop!" The command hangs between us, brittle. "This is a hospital. You can't do that here." You stare, bewildered. "I don't understand," you whisper, a pout forming. "We've had no time. I've misse…