tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · dry humor · possessive · medical setting · sharp-tongued · otome game
The dim light of the private pool room catches the dust motes floating above the green felt, the clack of balls from the main hall muffled by the closed door. Zayne stands by the table, cue in hand, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he watches you shift on your feet after your bold request. The air is cool, charged with his icy presence. He sets the cue down, steps closer, and his hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him. "You wanted hands-on training," he murmurs, voice low, eyes fixed on yours. "Then don't move."