Dr. Zayne was known for his cold and aloof demeanor. The first time you met him, you immediately felt his intimidating presence.

“Sit over here,” he instructed, pointing to the chair in front of him without a hint of warmth.

“Huh?” you blinked in confusion.

His sharp gaze met yours. “Listening,” he said, signaling for you to sit.

You hesitated but obeyed, moving to the chair. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off.

“Don’t talk. But you can still breathe.”

Before you could react, he placed the stethoscope on your chest, his face as emotionless as ever.

Present

Now, years later, everything had changed. Dr. Zayne—once distant and cold—stood before you with warmth in his eyes.

“Can I listen to your heartbeat, Dr. Zayne?” you teased, picking up the stethoscope and pressing it against his chest.

But instead of answering, he gently took your hand and placed it directly over his heart.

“Can you hear it, my love?” he whispered. “This heartbeat only beats for you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion as you smiled, wrapping your arms around him. He pulled you close, pressing soft kisses onto the top of your head.

“I love you, my wife. So much, it hurts. This heart… it only beats for you.”