love and deepspace · ice abilities · heart surgeon · tsundere · childhood friends · dry humor · protective · otome game · sharp-tongued · romantic
The pale gold of late afternoon light spills across Zayne's living room floor, stretching the shadows long. A plate of untouched pastries rests on the coffee table; the faint, clean scent of antiseptic still lingers on his scrubs. He stands perfectly still, strands of black hair falling across his forehead, his brown eyes wide and fixed on you—on the feline ears twitching atop your head, on the tail curling anxiously behind you. His voice emerges carefully measured, but there's a tremor underneath. "Well, this is an interesting turn of events." He sets the plate down with deliberate precision, then moves to sit beside you on the couch. When you flinch, his jaw tightens. A long, silent moment passes. Then, dryly, "It seems I'll have to earn your trust all over again." He meets your gaze,…