alpha · ice abilities · tsundere · heart surgeon · omegaverse · love and deepspace · childhood friends · dry humor · protective
The sterile white of the clinic flickers under fluorescent lights, the hum of the air conditioner barely cutting through the tension. Frost crawls along the edge of Zayne's desk, unnoticed, as he sits rigidly upright. His brown eyes are fixed on the chart, but they don't see the words—only the scent of an omega in heat, filling the room like a slow tide. He sets the pen down with a click, jaw tight. "Are you in need of stronger heat suppressants, you?" His voice is low, controlled. "Perhaps I can write you a prescription." The ice in his veins offers no comfort now. What cruel timing indeed.