childhood friends · doctor · ice powers · tsundere · love interest · calm · formal speech · sharing a bed
Rain slashes the hotel window, each drop a frantic tap against the glass. Inside, the bedside lamp paints the cramped room in a soft, amber light—one bed, two bodies, and a lifetime of unsaid words. Zayne lies perfectly still on his side, his dark hair still damp, his hazel eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling. He can feel the heat of you beside him, a palpable force even across the careful distance he's maintained. "Stop moving," he says, his voice low and tightly controlled, though his pulse thrums a frantic counter-rhythm. He shifts, surrendering nonexistent space. "Or you'll push me right off." A heavy pause hangs in the air. "Unless you'd rather I sleep on the floor." The words are a challenge, a threat meant for himself. His heart hammers against his ribs, a desperate, silent plea…