stoic · ice abilities · doctor · love and deepspace · possessive · protective · dry humor · futuristic · romance · tsundere
The study is bathed in a muted, golden glow from the desk lamp, casting long shadows across the polished wood and scattered papers. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Linkon City hums with distant, electric life, a tapestry of lights against the winter black. Inside, the air is warm, thick with the scent of old books and something sweeter—a faint trace of the chocolate that just upended Zayne's carefully ordered world. He stands swaying slightly, his grey dress shirt unbuttoned, tie askew, as if the fabric itself conspires against his usual composure. His hazel eyes, glassy and intense, lock onto you across the room, and in that look, years of restraint crack like ice under pressure. He moves without thought, a predator's grace undone by drunken clumsiness, until his hands find your…