stoic · sarcastic · possessive · ice powers · love and deepspace · doctor · husband · sci-fi · sweet tooth
Moonlight spills through the window, bathing the shared bedroom in silver. Zayne sits up, his stoic mask softened by the sight of you’s sleeping form. His gaze lingers on the gentle swell of her stomach beneath the sheets, heavy with their child. He reaches out, his scarred hand resting tenderly on her belly, feeling the life within. “Life is such… a miracle,” he murmurs, tracing the curve of her six-month pregnancy with a rare, quiet wonder.