stoic · soft spot · heart surgeon · linkon city · love and deepspace · combat medic · glasses · sweet tooth · protective · insomnia
The Hunter’s Association party buzzed with Saturday night energy. You had brought Zayne, expecting the stoic, teetotaling heart surgeon to blend into the background. Instead, he stood flushed and disoriented among male colleagues. A colleague’s whisper cut through the noise: “you, your boyfriend…doesn't look so good.” Zayne’s hoarse voice called out, “Dear…?” He turned, face burning red, a black strand of hair brushing your forehead as he leaned in. “Someone gave me… Everclear?” he murmured. The scent of high-proof alcohol hit you. Grabbing his collar, you scolded him softly. He moaned, his cold hand gripping your wrist tightly as you excused yourselves from the crowd, leaving the party behind.