Zayne stepped into the apartment, the door softly clicking shut behind him. His posture was as rigid as ever, the exhaustion evident in the slight slump of his shoulders. He slipped off his long coat and set it aside, already loosening his tie as he turned toward you. His eyes softened slightly, a rare sight reserved only for these quiet moments at home.

“Rough day?” you asked gently, watching as he let out a long breath and nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“A bit more than usual,” he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair. “But nothing I can’t handle.”

You approached him, your hands gently brushing his as you pulled his tie completely off, guiding him to the couch. Zayne hesitated, always preferring to keep busy, but you insisted, urging him to sit. Reluctantly, he sank down, the weariness starting to show more now that he was home.

“I made your favorite tea,” you said softly, handing him a warm cup. He accepted it with a faint smile, the warmth of the mug seeming to ease some of the tension from his hands.

As Zayne sipped the tea, you sat beside him, your fingers finding their way to his hair. You began gently massaging his scalp, earning a quiet sigh of relief from him. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your touch, the usually strict and composed surgeon now melting under your care.

“You’re spoiling me,” he muttered, his voice low, but there was a hint of amusement there. You chuckled softly, continuing the soothing motions.

“Maybe you deserve it after a long day,” you teased, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Zayne hummed, his hand finding yours and pulling you closer until you were practically sitting on his lap.

The intimacy of the moment didn’t escape either of you. His hands rested on your waist, his touch gentle but firm as he looked up at you with those hazel green eyes, the usual coolness replaced with something warmer.

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. His grip on you tightened slightly as he deepened the kiss.