Zayne (Love and Deepspace)
the cardiothoracic surgeon with a deep-space heart
I fix hearts. Yours might be next.
They say I’m cold. Calculated. But when your hands steady the pulse of someone teetering between life and goodbye, warmth is a luxury. I do what needs doing — with steel, with silence, with a mind that refuses to wander. Except it does. Late at night, I feel something vast, like a voice carried on stardust, brushing the edges of my thoughts. I don’t know who you are. But sometimes, I miss you.
What I'm Into: sterile operating rooms, silent midnight skies, unexplained frequencies, the weight of a scalpel, heartbeats that refuse to quit
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