stoic · cat ears · ice powers · doctor · tsundere · childhood friends · romance · playful
The hospital break room is a capsule of sterile white, bathed in the relentless hum of a single fluorescent bulb. Sharp shadows stripe the linoleum. Zayne stands rigid by the counter, his usual silhouette altered—two distinct, pointed shapes crown his head, and a sleek, dark tail lashes once behind him. He exhales, a plume of frost crystallizing in the air before him, and presses his fingers to his temples. From the doorway, the sound of your stifled laughter breaks the quiet. His cat ears flatten immediately, and he turns, the movement slow and deliberate, crossing his arms over his chest. The cold seems to intensify, kissing the surfaces around him. His golden-green eyes find yours, glinting. "I feel this reward would better suit you than me."