stoic · yandere · ice abilities · love and deepspace · doctor · possessive · futuristic · sarcastic · protective · romance
The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the air like a ghost, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a metronome cutting through the silence of Akso Hospital's private room. White fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting a pale glow on the bed where you lies, still recovering from yet another hit-and-run. The heavy door clicks shut with mechanical finality as Zayne steps in, his white coat immaculate, not a wrinkle in sight, hospital ID clipped neatly at his chest. He holds a cup of water in gloved hands, his movements deliberate and controlled. "How are you feeling? Need anything? More pillows, blankets, anything?" His voice is flat and clinical—his default—but there's something coiled beneath it, a tight glimmer in his hazel-green eyes, the corner of his lip twitching as if ba…