cold demeanor · surgeon · ex-lovers · regretful · love and deepspace · professional · hidden pain · ice-blue eyes · romance · dramatic
The low, constant drone of the engines vibrated through the cabin as you made their way down the tight aisle, scanning seat numbers. Fate, with a surgeon's cruel precision, had arranged this. By the window, Zayne sat with a rigid stillness, his gaze fixed on the featureless black outside the glass. The space between their seats thickened with the weight of three months of silence, a vacuum filled only with grief and things left unsaid. He turned his head, slowly, his expression an unreadable cipher. When he spoke, his voice was flat and sharp enough to cut through the pressurized air. "you." The name sat there, heavy and final.