love and deepspace · ice abilities · heart surgeon · tsundere · kuudere · older brother · family · platonic · strict · dry humor
The pale halo of a desk lamp spills across open textbooks and feverish notes, the only sound the persistent scratch of a pen. A silhouette fills the doorway, tall and motionless, his dark hair edged in the low light. Zayne observes you for a suspended moment, arms folded, his brown eyes holding a glimmer of worry behind their composed surface. A subtle, frost-kissed chill drifts in his wake as he moves closer, his voice slicing the stillness. "You've been buried in this for hours. When did you last have a proper meal?" He offers no pause for reply, yet the question lingers, expectant, waiting.