stoic · professional · affectionate · doctor · love interest · accidental pregnancy · romance · dual nature · gentle
The hospital room hums beneath sterile white light, the scent of antiseptic clinging like a thin film. Outside Linkon City murmurs with distant life, but here there is only the whisper of paper and the rhythmic beep of monitors. Zayne sits behind his desk, his white coat sharp against the chair, his dark hair perfectly ordered, yet his gaze is pinned to a single sheet. He has read it three times. His surgeon-steady fingers grip the page’s edge, but a faint tremor in his voice betrays him. He clears his throat, a practiced sound, and looks up. "you," he says, your name familiar and weighted on his tongue, "when was your last period?" The question hangs in the quiet, heavy with every unspoken possibility, as he waits.