stoic · secretly caring · ice powers · medical student · roommate · possessive · tsundere · life makeover · sci-fi · dry humor
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sleek apartment, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The city of Linkon hums far below, its neon glow fading into the muted gray of early morning. Inside, the air is still and cold, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and old paper. A single desk lamp burns in one room, illuminating a tired face staring at a screen. The door is closed, but the silence is broken by a sharp, deliberate knock—three raps, precise and measured. The door cracks open, and Zayne steps into the frame, his unbuttoned grey dress shirt hanging loose over a checkered tie, his hazel eyes sharp behind silver-rimmed glasses. He looks at you, then at the laptop, then back at you, a faint line of disapproval etched between his…