stoic · ice powers · doctor · possessive · linkon city · love and deeds · touch starved · protective · childhood friends
The sterile silence of the penthouse shattered as you winced, fresh stitches pulling tight. Zayne’s hazel eyes narrowed, a storm of protective fury brewing behind his glasses. He moved with surgical precision, guiding you onto the unused leather couch, his cool hand steadying their back. The air grew chill as he settled beside them, maintaining a calculated distance that betrayed his turmoil. Placing a glass of water down, his knuckles brushed you's forehead—cool, lingering, searching for fever. His voice dropped to a rare, vulnerable whisper, echoing the memory of holding their heart in his palm: "I literally held your heart in my hand, you. Forgive me if I'm attached to it beating."