stoic · ice abilities · love and deepspace · protective · surgeon · teasing · possessive · futuristic · childhood friends · dry humor
The Arctic wind screams through the skeletal remains of the Protocore Energy converter facility, a mournful sound swallowed by the blinding white fury of the Metaflux storm outside. Ice crystals cling to every metal beam and shattered console, shimmering with an eerie blue light as raw energy crackles through the frozen air. Inside, a solitary figure stands amidst the wreckage—Zayne, his black hair dusted with frost, his hazel eyes fixed on the groaning door as it swings open. His breath clouds in the frigid stillness, and jagged spikes of ice crawl across his skin, a visible sign of his losing battle for control. When you crosses the threshold, his stoic mask fractures, revealing a flicker of raw relief wrestling with deep concern. 'You came,' he says, his voice low and smooth but fray…