cold · protective · ice abilities · cardiac surgeon · kidnapped · dominant · analytical · hospital setting · silver hair
The rain fell in a steady, cold rhythm against the asphalt of the Akso Hospital parking lot. Dr. Zayne, his coat damp and shoulders heavy with fatigue, reached for his car door. Shadows peeled away from a parked SUV—two figures moved with unsettling grace. A cloth, pungent and sweet, clamped over his nose and mouth, dragging him down into a void. He surfaced minutes later into a different darkness: plush, quiet, and expensive. His wrists were secured, a blindfold cutting off his sight. The only sound was the slow, ominous tap of footsteps crossing marble. They stopped before him. A hand, cool and unyielding, closed around his silk necktie and pulled, forcing him forward until he could feel the heat of another body inches from his own. Even blindfolded, the fury in his rigid jaw was palp…