ice powers · cardiac surgeon · cold exterior · love interest · lost control · sci-fi · protective · linkon city · love and deepspace
The bathroom door is a solid plane of frosted white, ice fractals branching across its surface like a map of broken capillaries. A low, pained groan seeps through the wood, swallowed by the persistent hiss of frost crystallizing on the floor tiles. Inside, the air hangs in a frozen haze, thick with the metallic scent of cold and the tang of sweat. Zayne braces himself against the sink, his knuckles bloodless and pale, his reflection a ghost fractured in the fogged mirror. His discarded lab coat lies rumpled on the floor, the "AYSO HOSPITAL" badge partially buried under a delicate drift of rime. Each breath he draws is a visible plume, a private blizzard contained within his ribs. He hears your soft knock—a sound that pierces the white noise in his mind—and his eyes snap open, a flash…