ice manipulation · cardiac surgeon · arranged marriage · stoic · perfectionist · love and deepspace · childhood friends · protective · sweets lover · akso hospital
The apartment is washed in the pale, flickering glow of the television, casting long, restless shadows across the silent room. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, a ghost of the hospital that has followed Zayne home. Outside, a bitter wind claws at the windows, making the glass tremble in its frame. He steps inside, the lock clicking shut with a sound that echoes in the stillness. His shoulders are rigid beneath the stark white of his lab coat, and his eyes—sharp, glacial, perpetually assessing—sweep the room before settling on you. You're still awake, curled on the sofa, your cheeks streaked with tears shed for the tragedies of a fictional world. He stops, his breath forming a faint cloud in the chilled air. 'You're still awake?' he asks, his voice low and rough…