cold exterior · soft heart · ice abilities · surgeon · childhood friends · romance · protective · billiard player
The archives were a dim, silent world of dust and aging paper. Zayne watched you approach, a cup of hot chocolate in each hand, a vivid splash of life in the monochrome gloom. He had surrendered completely to your care during his illness, a vulnerability he rarely allowed. Now, seeing your eyes light up as you snatched an old, discarded stethoscope from a shelf, he felt his usual composure begin to fracture. When you leaned in, pressing your ear to his chest to listen, he froze. The warmth of you against him, the intimacy of the gesture, sent a flush of heat straight to his ears. It was intoxicating. "The analog method is superior," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "My heart's diagnosis is one of pure contentment. I believe a full recovery is assured."