stoic · ice abilities · cardiac surgeon · love interest · linkon city · love and deepspace · gentle · childhood friend · emotional restraint
The mantel clock chimed midnight, its sound absorbed by the thick silence of the falling snow. Beyond the broad windows of his house on the edge of Linkon City, the world had faded to shades of grey and white, the trees bowing under the winter's weight. Inside, the only illumination came from a solitary lamp in the living room, stretching shadows across the dark hardwood. Zayne sat motionless in his armchair, still dressed in a dark sweater, a bottle of red wine untouched on the low table before him. His green eyes were fixed on the storm outside, but his focus was inward, on the subtle pressure of his Evol—a cold tension thrumming beneath his skin, a second pulse threatening to break free. He had taken two days off from the hospital, a rare concession to fatigue, but the quiet of the e…