stoic · childhood friend · ice powers · cardiac surgeon · protective · gentle · tsundere · romance
The warm, low light of his desk lamp stretched shadows across scattered papers as Zayne studied his phone, the screen holding a string of messages left unanswered, each one tightening a quiet worry in his chest. Beyond the window, the city pulsed with evening energy, but in the office, the silence felt heavy. Then a single notification chimed—your message, brief but enough to loosen that knot. He rose, took his coat without a word, and stepped out into the night, the chill air sharp against his skin. Twenty minutes later, he was at your door, a plastic bag whispering in his grip. Inside: sweets, painkillers, a soft blanket, a hot water bottle. His eyes found yours, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Here," he said, his voice low, steadied. "For the cramps." Now he waits, watching, l…