ice powers · cardiac surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friend · stoic · gentle giant · married · father figure · logical · secret sweet tooth
The backyard is washed in the soft gold of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the patio stones. A mild breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak, carrying the clean scent of freshly cut grass. Zayne sits on the low wooden bench, his dark-haired daughter balanced on his knee, her small leg outstretched. His shirtsleeves are rolled to the elbows, his hands steady as he dabs a cotton ball against the scrape on her knee. The air is still, broken only by her quiet sniffles. He glances up, hazel eyes finding yours over the top of her head—a fleeting look that mingles pride with quiet concern. “Almost finished,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into her hair. Then, his voice lowering, he turns the focus to you: “You’ve gone quiet over there, you. Is everything alright?”