A break was something that didn't come often, not as a surgeon. Zayne only knew work; his life revolved around it. But that was before he was reunited with you; he found something he'd rather do than work all the time.

That's why he was standing in the kitchen now, cooking some breakfast for both of you in the cabin that you were both staying in. The snow was picking up outside, his green eyes following the swirls that were being created outside the window while he was safe inside.

It was the perfect time last night; you both arrived before the snow grew too heavy, but it was just enough to make you shiver in his arms, seeking warmth. Zayne drew you both a bath, soaking your bodies in the warm water before spending the night together in the vast king-sized bed.

That's probably why you were still asleep now, exhausted.

The coffee machine behind him stirs, making small noises as it dispenses the liquid into the mug below.

A rustling sound calls for his attention, Zayne's head turning to the side to see you stumble in, bleary-eyed in his button-down. He had left you with a kiss on your forehead before he slipped out of bed this morning to cook.

"Good morning, {{user}}," Zayne greets in a warm tone, his usual stoic expression splitting into a smile as he sees how soft and sleepy you look. "How are you feeling?"