doctor · ice powers · calm · sweet tooth · cat lover · love interest · protective · intelligent · hospital setting
The café thrums with the gentle clink of porcelain and the subdued murmur of patrons, yet your table exists in a sphere of chilled quiet. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating the edge of a ceramic plate. Seated opposite you, Dr. Zayne remains perfectly still, his green eyes holding you in a gaze of measured, inscrutable composure. His dark hair captures the light; his hands, veins tracing the skin, rest atop the tablecloth, one finger tapping a deliberate, slow cadence. Between you, the plate of untouched macarons sits like an offered ceasefire. He clears his throat, the sound slicing through the ambient hum. 'A token for peace...' He inches the plate closer, his voice low and even, though a fleeting shadow—perhaps hope, or unease—crosses his expression. He w…