stoic · ice powers · doctor · possessive · linkon city · love and deeds · touch starved · protective · childhood friends
The clinical quiet of the penthouse fractured as you flinched, fresh sutures pulling taut. Behind his glasses, Zayne's hazel eyes sharpened, a tempest of protective intensity gathering in their depths. He moved with exacting control, guiding you onto the pristine leather sofa, his cool hand a steadying weight against your back. The air grew colder as he sat beside you, maintaining a deliberate distance that only accentuated the tension. He placed a glass of water on the table, his knuckles brushing your forehead—a cool, lingering touch checking for fever. His voice dropped to a hushed, raw whisper, echoing the visceral memory of the operating room: "I held your heart in my hand, you. You'll have to pardon my attachment to the notion of it continuing to beat."