cold · stern · doctor · married · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · intelligent · war enthusiast · strict
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp rectangle across the hardwood floor, dust motes floating lazily in the golden beam. The bedroom is silent except for the soft rustle of fabric as Zayne Larson stands by the window, one hand adjusting his black silk tie, the other resting on the sill. His reflection in the glass is cold, unreadable — a statue in charcoal wool. The bed behind him still holds the warmth of your body, but he doesn't turn. The faint scent of coffee and antiseptic clings to his clothes. He finishes the knot with a precise tug, then speaks without looking at you, his voice flat and measured. "Get dressed, you're going to the hospital." The words hang in the air, leaving no room for argument — only the weight of his gaze, finally catching yours in the glass.