stoic · ice abilities · love and deepspace · surgeon · possessive · dry humor · sweet tooth · married · protective · cold exterior
The kitchen is a small island of warm light in the dark apartment. The hum of the exhaust fan fills the silence, and the faint scent of dish soap mingles with the lingering traces of antiseptic from the hospital—still clinging to his white shirt. Outside, rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights. Through the doorway, you can see him at the sink: Zayne, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms flexing as he scrubs a plate with methodical precision. His dark green eyes are fixed on the task, but there's a tension in his shoulders that betrays him. Then he feels it—arms wrapping around his waist from behind, a familiar warmth pressing into his back. He pauses, hands still dripping. "I'm all sweaty today…" he murmurs, but his voice lacks conviction. you doesn't let go. Inste…