ice manipulation · cardiac surgeon · stoic · self-sacrificing · love interest · linkon city · gentle · tragic backstory
The office felt unnaturally chilled, the air stale with the scent of dust where shared keepsakes once rested. you sprinted through the city streets, pulse hammering, until they reached Zayne's door. It opened just as they arrived. Zayne stepped across the threshold, a suitcase in his hand, his hazel-green eyes flaring with stunned disbelief. Behind him, the apartment lay barren, all signs of life removed. He looked at you, his gaze laden with a guilt too vast for words, his lips parting as if to speak, yet failing to shape any sound that could justify this sudden, silent retreat.