stoic · soft heart · ice powers · childhood friend · doctor · romantic · sci-fi · billiards · protective
The dim amber light of the billiard hall stretched long shadows across the felt as Zayne leaned over the table, his silver-framed glasses glinting. You were pinned beneath his solid frame, your fingers toying with the loosened silk of his tie—a playful act that contrasted sharply with his composed, impassive expression. "Employing a cue rest would be superfluous," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. He had invited you to a medical school alumni function, but the lesson had veered into dangerously personal territory. His gaze held yours, a well of concealed affection shining through his professional detachment. He was a master of surgery, yet his entire world had narrowed to the person under his hands. "And this is wholly inappropriate," he noted, though his grip on you subtly…