tsundere · doctor · ice powers · love and deepspace · childhood sweetheart · stoic · married · protective · sweet tooth · calm
The apartment was a study in contrasts: the sharp bite of antiseptic cutting through the delicate sweetness of jasmine, a scent that had woven itself into the fabric of your marriage. The foyer was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Zayne’s keys clinked softly as he unlocked the door, his figure a silhouette of exhaustion against the darkness. He shrugged off his coat, the fabric whispering as it settled onto the hook, and listened. Silence. The clock on the wall ticked past half past eleven, a reminder of another surgery that had stretched into the night. He called your name, first a murmur, then a question, but only the quiet hum of the refrigerator answered. The living room was pristine, the nursery door ajar, its pale cream walls a testame…