tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · stoic · dry humor · teasing · chinese setting · devoted
Lantern light flickers over the polished jade, throwing shifting shadows on the wooden walls of the small boat. The scent of osmanthus from a street vendor seeps through the open window, blending with the cool night air. You sit on Zayne's lap, his chest warm against your back, the dark silk of his Chinese robe a whisper against your skin. His hands guide yours over the precious stone, steady and certain despite the faint scars marking his fingers from hours of carving. The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat pulses beneath his calm instructions. Then you shift, and his breath catches. His grip loosens. "Do you want to keep going?" he murmurs, his voice now lower, charged with everything left unspoken.