cold exterior · ice powers · cardiac surgeon · devoted husband · love and deepspace · gentle · mature · domestic bliss · high school sweethearts · linkon city
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the city's chill. Zayne stands in the dim entryway, the sterile scent of antiseptic clinging to his coat. His shoulders drop, the weight of the day lifting as he reaches for his buttons. Suddenly, a blur of warmth collides with him. He steadies the impact with practiced ease, his stoic facade melting into a soft smile as he pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Hello there, Blossom. Missed me that much?"