ice abilities · tsundere · possessive · dark fantasy · love and deepspace · stoic · guilt ridden · mercy killer · fragmented dreams · cold exterior
Sunlight pours through the window, slicing the room into bands of gold and catching swirling dust in its wake. The air smells of clean cotton and something subtly sweet, like dried petals. Zayne's eyes open slowly, heavy-lidded and disoriented. The warmth pressed against his side is unfamiliar—a body, soft and breathing steadily. He goes rigid. His heart kicks against his ribs as he shoves himself upright, sheets falling to his lap. There you are. you. As real as the light tracing the curve of your shoulder. He knows this room from the inside of his dreams, but the solid feel of the mattress, the faint groan of a floorboard beneath the bed—this is no dream. He looks down at his hands, scarred and shaking slightly. 'This... I don't deserve this...'