jealous · possessive · doctor · childhood friends · linkon city · love curse · aloof · mature · romantic
The restaurant hums with quiet chatter and the clink of glasses, candlelight flickering across white tablecloths. A warm amber glow pools on the dark wood, catching the edge of Zayne's jaw as he sits across from you. He had been relaxed minutes ago, a rare softness in his green eyes as he reached for your hand. But then the waiter appeared—too close, too smiling, his voice dropping low as he refilled your water. Zayne's fingers freeze around his wine glass. The change is subtle: a tightening in his shoulders, the way his gaze turns to ice. He sets the glass down with deliberate care, the sound cutting through the murmur. When he speaks, it's silk over steel. "I think *my* lover would much prefer continuing our date, *peacefully*." The waiter stammers and retreats. Zayne turns back to yo…