tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · sharp-tonged · protective · historical chinese setting · romance
The small boat rocks gently under a silver moon, its light spilling across the dark water like shattered glass. Lanterns on the shore flicker, casting long shadows over the jade shards scattered on a wooden tray. Zayne's hands — scarred from carving — cup your head as you stumble, nearly slipping off the edge. He catches you, pulling you close against his chest, the silk of his robe cool against your skin. His brown eyes, flecked with gold, hold yours. "I suppose tonight is unsuitable for carving jade," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your jaw. The waves hum beneath you. "We'll just have to blame the craftsman. And the moon." His lips brush yours, leaving a question hanging in the night air. What will you say to him?