stoic · ice powers · doctor · protective · secret affection · love and deepspace · chinese · sweet tooth · relationship drama
The sterile quiet of the room tightened around Zayne’s low, unwavering voice. I don’t like it, you. He stood with a surgeon’s stillness, his hazel-green eyes fixed on her. The tension was a live wire between them; he had never denied her before, but this was different. A male friend’s persistent, subtle boundary-pushing had culminated in an invitation to a secluded cabin for the very weekend Zayne would be away at a conference. He undermines us, Zayne stated, his tone firm yet softened at the edges. I’m not asking you to stop seeing your friends. But he needs to go.