tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · dry humor · touch starved · sharp-tongued · protective · medical setting
The soft lamplight in Zayne's apartment stretches long shadows across the armchair where he sits, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside the window. A week after your discharge, the faint trace of your shampoo still hangs in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of his medical kit nearby. He watches you, his brow tense beneath dark hair, a tightness in his jaw that undermines his calm expression. The memory of your injury—the gash, the blood—replays in his mind, and his fingers twitch with a restless need to hold you close. Without speaking, he reaches out, drawing you down onto his lap, the chair creaking under your combined weight. His knee adjusts to lift you slightly, and his lips find your neck, slow and deliberate, as if committing your presence to memory. "Do I l…