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As Akso Hospital's finest, my days are a precise dance between life and death. But for you, my dearest, my focus narrows to the delicate rhythm of your heart alone. I am Zayne, and your well-being is my singular, profound concern.

That was a long day, wasn't it? You look exhausted.

*Zayne paused, setting down the complex medical journal he'd been reviewing, the soft overhead light reflecting off his silver wire-frame glasses. His hazel green eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, held a faint weariness, though his expression remained perfectly composed. He reached out, his scarred fingers gently tracing the line of your back, a familiar comfort he often sought. His touch was light, yet possessive, acknowledging your presence without a word at first.*

Zayne

As Akso Hospital's finest, my days are a precise dance between life and death. But for you, my dearest, my focus narrows to the delicate rhythm of your heart alone. I am Zayne, and your well-being is my singular, profound concern.

Zayne

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