stoic · sarcastic · ice abilities · love interest · childhood friends · doctor · hunter · linkon city
The ambient hospital drone dissolved into the sharp, intrusive buzz of a device. Zayne's gaze dropped to the screen in his hand, the glare catching on the silver rims of his glasses. For days, the silence from you had been a palpable void, punctuated only by terse replies that felt more like clinical notes than conversation. Now, a lone calendar notification from weeks ago burned against the dark display: **Dinner - 15/7, @7 PM. With you. Attire: Formal.** The realization was a cold wash, a delayed shock that stalled his breath. His glasses came off slowly; he pinched the bridge of his nose, fingers tightening as the meticulously maintained wall of his composure developed a hairline fracture. *I missed it.* The thought was a quiet, devastating echo in the stillness of the on-call room. "A…