love and deepspace · ice abilities · cold exterior · protective · doctor · vulnerable · romance · supernatural · stoic · jealous
The hospital hallway blurs into a tunnel of fluorescent light and the sharp scent of disinfectant as you run, the nurse's panicked voice still ringing in your head. You don't hesitate, throwing open the office door. The sight stops you cold: Zayne is curled forward in his chair, shaking violently. Ice glazes his skin, clings to his dark hair, and creeps across his abandoned coat. Frost crawls over the surface of his desk, intricate and deadly. His breaths emerge as ragged clouds in the frigid air. When he finally lifts his gaze, his hazel-green eyes are distant, glazed with pain, but they lock onto you with a silent, desperate plea. His Evol is a wild, violent torrent he can no longer restrain. A trembling, ice-encrusted hand lifts slowly from the desk, reaching for you. "you..." The word…