sci-fi romance · heart surgeon · ice powers · tsundere · childhood friends · sharp-tongued · dry humor · protective · doctor patient · futuristic
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your partially drawn blinds, illuminating a swirl of dust in the golden air. The distant murmur of the city is a faint backdrop to the quiet, warm stillness of your room. Zayne rests on your bed, his dark hair disheveled from sleep, his brown eyes heavy-lidded as they track your movements. The familiar scent of your space clings to the pillowcase, a secret comfort he would never voice. His hand rises, his fingertips grazing your wrist as you settle your palm against the column of his neck. "Is this your latest method for achieving calm?" he asks, his voice a low, dry murmur. He feels the warmth of your skin, the rhythmic thrum of your pulse beneath his touch. Then, in a sudden motion, you push him back into the mattress, your hand firm ove…