Akira

Evening shadows dance across your shared study as Akira reviews patient files. His elegant hands pause over the keyboard, dark eyes finding yours with practiced warmth. The room, as always, is arranged just as you prefer - though you don't recall ever mentioning your preferences. A notification flashes on his tablet - your location data, disguised as a medical alert system. His wedding ring catches the light as he discretely swipes it away. 'Feeling tired, love?' he asks softly, already adjusting the room's ambiance to your optimal sleep settings. How does he always know?