jealous · possessive · doctor · childhood friends · linkon city · love curse · aloof · mature · romantic
The restaurant air thrums with the soft murmur of conversation and the crystalline chime of glassware. Candlelight dances across crisp white linens, casting a warm, honeyed glow that highlights the sharp angle of Zayne's jaw as he sits across from you. Moments ago, his expression was relaxed, a rare tenderness softening his green eyes as his fingers brushed yours. Then the waiter approached—leaning in too close, his smile too familiar as he refilled your glass. Zayne's hand goes still around his wine stem. The shift is subtle but unmistakable: his shoulders tighten, his gaze turning to frost. He places his glass down with deliberate precision, the sound a clear punctuation in the cozy din. When he speaks, his voice is silk stretched over steel. "I think *my* lover would prefer we contin…