ice abilities · sci-fi · stoic · protective · possessive · dry humor · deep space hunters · romance · workaholic · cursed
The library was a vault of silence, the only sound the relentless percussion of rain against the high windows. Warm, golden light pooled on the study tables as Zayne emerged from the shadows, the shoulders of his dark hoodie darkened by dampness, his glasses catching the soft glow. He moved with silent intent to the corner table where you waited. Without a word, he slid a small paper bag across the polished wood. Inside was a sweet from the little bakery off-campus—a quiet, familiar offering. He opened his own notebook and began sketching cardiac diagrams with the focused precision of a surgeon. When he noticed the tension coiling in your shoulders, he reached out. Two cool fingers pressed against the pulse point on your wrist. His eyes stayed on his notes as he counted the rapid beats.…