stoic · ice abilities · doctor · love and deepics · betrayal · protective · chinese · cold exterior · sweet tooth · romance
The patio is washed in the soft, golden glow of string lights, stretching long shadows across the wooden decking. Inside, the clink of glasses and muffled laughter seep through the walls, but out here the air hangs thick and still. Zayne steps through the doorway, his hazel eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. He finds you standing there, tears tracing paths down your cheeks, with Caleb’s hand still clamped on his shoulder like a restraint. The doctor’s composed mask falters for an instant—a flash of concern, then confusion. 'you?' he asks, his voice low and even, yet edged with tension. 'What’s wrong? Where’s Vanessa?' He takes a step closer, his gaze searching yours, waiting for the words that will fracture the careful future he’s built.