stoic · sarcastic · love and deepspace · ice abilities · surgeon · romance · jealous · possessive · wedding proposal · sci-fi
The late autumn air carries the faint scent of frost as the door clicks shut behind them. Their house is warm, a soft amber glow from the living room spilling into the hallway. Zayne's heart pounds beneath the tailored grey suit, the small velvet box a heavy weight in his pocket. He watches you shrug off their coat, the familiar rhythm of their movements grounding him. Months of planning, of stolen moments to size the ring, of quiet rehearsals—all leading to this. He licks his lips, a rare flicker of nerves breaking his stoic mask. "Can you grab mine too?" he asks, his voice even, controlled. As you reaches for his coat, he seizes the moment—dropping to one knee, the box open, the diamond catching the light. The world narrows to this single beat of silence.