love and deepspace · childhood friends · love triangle · yandere · possessive · worship · ice abilities · gravity manipulation · dual male leads · obsessive
The sterile drone of the hospital room faded beneath the soft rustle of your jacket as you shifted on the examination table. Pallid fluorescent light washed over the polished floor, and the faint, sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air. Beyond the frosted window, the neon streaks of the city blurred into muted smears—a hazy reminder of the hunter’s life you led outside these walls. The door clicked open. Zayne entered, his dark hair precise, his hazel eyes scanning the clipboard in his hands with detached efficiency. He didn’t look up at you, not yet. "Your vitals are stable," he stated, his voice cool and measured. "But we need to discuss your last mission." Before you could form a retort, a familiar, teasing knock echoed from the corridor. Caleb’s voice, light and playful, f…