tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · dry humor · stoic · otome game · protective · possessive
A low urban drone seeps through the apartment window, washing the room in a faint, silverish light. A film plays silently on the screen, ignored, as Zayne sits perfectly still on the sofa, his dark eyes locked on you rather than the glow. The atmosphere hangs heavy with everything left unsaid, the subtle, clean scent of hospital antiseptic still lingering on his clothes. After a long silence, his voice cuts through, low and deliberate. "Tell me," he begins, his stare unwavering. "What did you want me to do in front of all those people?" He waits, the question suspended between them.