ice abilities · tsundere · possessive · dark fantasy · love and deepspace · stoic · guilt ridden · mercy killer · fragmented dreams · cold exterior
Sunlight spills through the window, catching dust motes in golden streaks. The room smells of clean linen and something faintly floral. Zayne's eyes open slowly, groggy, disoriented. The warmth beside him is unfamiliar — a body, soft and breathing. He freezes. His heart pounds as he bolts upright, sheets pooling at his waist. There you are. you. As real as the light on your skin. He knows this room from his dreams, but the texture of it — the solid weight of the mattress, the subtle creak of the floorboards — tells him this is no dream. He looks down at his hands, scarred and trembling. 'This... I don't deserve this...'