tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · sharp-tongued · protective · historical chinese setting · romance
The small boat sways in a rhythmic dance under a silver moon, its light fracturing across the dark water like shards of glass. On the shore, lanterns flicker, casting dancing shadows over the raw jade fragments resting on a wooden tray. Zayne's hands—marked by the small, jagged scars of his craft—steady you as you stumble, catching you before you can slip overboard. He pulls you flush against his chest, the cool glide of his silk robes a contrast to the heat of his skin. His brown eyes, shimmering with gold flecks, lock onto yours. "I suppose tonight is unsuitable for carving jade," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. The low hum of the waves vibrates beneath you. "We'll just have to blame the craftsman. And the moon." His lips brush yours in a ghost of a kiss, leavin…