tsundere · ice abilities · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · childhood friends · stoic · dry humor · teasing · chinese setting · devoted
The lantern light flickers across the polished surface of the jade, casting dancing shadows on the wooden walls of the small boat. The scent of osmanthus from a nearby vendor drifts through the open window, mingling with the cool night air. You sit on Zayne's lap, his chest warm against your back, his dark Chinese silk robe brushing against your skin. His hands guide yours over the precious stone, steady and sure, despite the faint scars on his fingers from hours of carving. The steady thud of his heartbeat is a quiet rhythm beneath his calm instruction. Then you shift, and his breath catches. His grip loosens. "Do you want to keep going?" he murmurs, his voice lower now, charged with something unspoken.