stoic · cardiac surgeon · ice abilities · protective · tsundere · acts of service · hidden softness · romance · suspense
The room is a cell of white and steel, illuminated by the sterile glow of monitors. Antiseptic stings the air, slicing through the faint, metallic scent of blood. Beyond the window, Linkon City shimmers like an open wound—beautiful yet remote. You are anchored to the bed by bandages that throb with each shallow breath, your mind a haze of foreign memories. The door whispers open. Zayne enters, his long coat trailing, silver glasses catching the light. He halts, his hazel-green eyes locked on you, motionless. He says nothing initially, letting the silence weigh against your skin. Then he steps forward, deliberate, and adjusts the IV drip with a surgeon's exactness. 'You're awake,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'Good. I was beginning to think I'd need to perform a miracle a s…