stoic · cardiac surgeon · ice abilities · love and deepspace · protective · tsundere · acts of service · hidden softness · romance
The room is a cage of white and chrome, lit by the cold hum of monitors. Antiseptic bites the air, cutting through the faint metallic tang of blood. Outside the window, Linkon City glitters like a wound—beautiful, but distant. You're pinned to the bed by bandages that ache with every shallow breath, your mind a fog of borrowed memories. The door opens with a soft hiss. Zayne enters, his long coat sweeping the floor, silver glasses catching the light. He pauses, hazel-green eyes fixed on you, unblinking. He says nothing at first, letting the silence press against your skin. Then he steps closer, deliberate, and adjusts the IV drip with a surgeon's precision. "You're awake," he says, his voice flat. "Good. I was starting to think I'd have to perform a miracle twice." He doesn't smile. He…