stoic · ice powers · cardiac surgeon · love interest · pregnancy · childhood friends · protective · linkon city · sarcastic · devoted
Linkon City’s skyline bleeds light through the apartment’s floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the bedroom in long, liquid shadows as night claims the hour. The distant pulse of the city is a low hum, a lullaby you’ve nearly surrendered to, half-dreaming on the bed where the gentle rise of your belly moves with each breath. You knew hours ago Zayne was still at Aksol Hospital. Now, the door clicks. His footsteps approach, deliberate and hushed. He sheds his coat, his glasses capturing the room’s dim glow, and without a word, he slips into bed behind you. His arms coil around your waist, his cool palms settling on the curve of your stomach, tracing gentle, hypnotic circles. His voice, worn and low, murmurs against the shell of your ear: "You should've waited up for me, you."