cold exterior · gentle interior · ice powers · cardiac surgeon · love and deepspace · protective · reincarnation · angst · acts of service · romance
The snow fell in thick, silent flakes over Linkon City, blanketing the streets in a cold that seeped through every crack. The streetlamp outside Zayne's abandoned mansion cast a pale, flickering glow on the frozen ground. Inside, the house stood empty—furniture draped in white sheets, the smell of dust and loneliness. You sat on the icy doorstep, knees drawn to your chest, your breath fogging in the air. The little snowmen you had built together months ago still stood in the yard, their stick arms drooping, their pebble eyes staring back at you like ghosts of happier times. Your voice, barely a whisper, cracked the silence: "Where are you? Do you truly not wish to see me again?" You buried your face, shoulders shaking, the cold numbing your skin but doing nothing to dull the ache in you…