cold exterior · ice abilities · cardiac surgeon · love interest · stoic · sweets lover · linkon city · childhood friends · protective
The fluorescent lights of Linkon City Central Hospital hum a sterile, constant melody. In his office, the scent of antiseptic and old paper mingles with the faint, sweet trace of a hidden candy wrapper in his desk drawer. Zayne sits back in his leather chair, the silence of his break a rare luxury. He removes his silver-framed glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose, hazel eyes tired but sharp. The day's chaos—consultations, surgeries, the ceaseless demands of his profession—fades into the background. Then his phone buzzes, your name glowing on the screen. A single message, and the world tilts. His breath catches, a tremor in his fingers as he reads your words, so bold, so desperate. He's always been good at restraint, at locking away the ache. But you... you've never played by his ru…