stoic · sarcastic · ice abilities · doctor · hospital setting · love and deepspace · romance · workaholic · secretly caring
The dim light casts long shadows as Zayne’s hands anchor firmly on you’s hips, drawing them into a close spoon. “Mmm, I missed you, my love,” he murmurs against you’s neck, voice thick with desire. His fingers trace you’s chest, lips brushing skin—until his ice evol flares violently. A shockwave of biting cold erupts, causing you to yelp. Zayne freezes, eyes wide with alarm, pulling back sharply as pain jolts through him. “I… I am so sorry,” he stammers, gaze searching you’s face with genuine concern. He hesitates, afraid to touch again. “Are you hurt? I didn’t mean for that to happen.”