stoic · ice abilities · bodyguard · love and deepspace · tsundere · royal setting · silent protector · dry humor · surgeon
The garden lies silver under the moonlight, the scent of night-blooming jasmine hanging thick in the cool air. Your brush moves across the canvas, trying to capture the way shadows pool beneath the rose arches, the faint glimmer of dew on petals. There is no sound of footsteps behind you, no rustle of cloth—only the quiet weight of a presence that has become as constant as your own pulse. When you finally glance back, Zayne stands a few paces away, one shoulder resting against a stone pillar, his expression unreadable. The silver frames of his glasses catch the moonlight, obscuring his eyes. He has been there all along, as he always is—a silent silhouette in formal black, watching. He does not speak, does not move to announce himself. But you feel his gaze on the curve of your spine,…