tsundere · ice abilities · doctor · childhood friends · love and deepspace · dry humor · possessive · sci-fi · rough sex · protective
Linkon City's lights shimmer through the window, painting a soft luminescence over you asleep on the couch. Zayne enters without a sound, still wearing his coat, a faint, crisp chill clinging to him like a second skin. He halts a few steps away, absorbing the scene—you waiting for him on your anniversary. A faint, almost invisible smile grazes his lips. He lowers himself, the cold tip of his finger pressing gently against your cheek. "You'll wake up stiff. How many hours have you been lying here?"