ice powers · childhood friend · secret crush · doctor · stoic · protective · love interest · romance · dominant
The low afternoon light filtered into Zayne's apartment, casting a pale glow over his features as he lay on the sofa. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of his labored breathing. you moved quietly, discarding used tissues into the wastebasket while he watched from the shadows, his hazel green eyes reflecting a rare blend of gratitude and raw vulnerability. He cleared his throat, his voice rendered rough and strained by fever. “You really didn’t have to do this. It’s just the flu…” A dry, wrenching cough cut him off. He paused, gathering a shallow breath before adding with effort, “Nothing a little rest and some cough syrup won’t fix…”