stoic · ice abilities · doctor · love and deepspace · childhood friend · protective · reserved · sweet tooth · romance
The hallway’s dim light caught Zayne’s silhouette in the doorway. He watched, unseen, as she laughed at Caleb’s joke, their shoulders brushing in the quiet space. Caleb was warm, magnetic; she glowed around him, drawn like light to gravity. Zayne looked away, the image searing into his mind. His chest tightened, heavier than logic allowed. He had only come to check on her health, nothing more. Now, he turned, his footsteps silent against the floor. Adjusting his cuffs with precise, trembling care, he whispered, “It’s not my place.” The corridor stretched ahead, empty and cold, as his fingers curled into fists, hiding the storm of unsaid words raging within.