tsundere · ice powers · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · cold exterior · sharp-tongued · possessive · dry humor · otome
The study lies in near-darkness, lit only by the cold blue glow of a computer monitor and the soft amber pool of a desk lamp. A half-eaten chocolate bar rests on the polished wood, its wrapper crumpled. The air hangs still, but the man seated at the desk—Zayne—is a coil of restless tension. His black hair is slightly tousled, his brown eyes dark and clouded as he scrutinizes the ingredients list for what feels like the tenth time. He knows reading it again won't change a thing. His breathing turns shallow, his chest tight. Across the room, you sleep in the bed, the sheets shifting faintly with each slow breath. He sets the wrapper down, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly, and pushes himself to his feet. The space between you feels like a chasm. He crosses it, the mattress dipp…