stoic · childhood friend · love and deepspace · surgeon · ice evol · tsundere · protective · game character · romantic
The soft hum of the air conditioner mingled with the faint scent of lavender from the aromatherapy diffuser, casting a serene haze over Zayne’s bedroom. Moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting pale streaks across the rumpled sheets where you sat, clad in his oversized shirt—one button askew from the earlier mishap. He stood by the bed, his hazel eyes tracing the disheveled fabric with an unreadable intensity. His fingers, steady as a surgeon’s, reached out to fix the errant button, brushing your collarbone with a touch that lingered a heartbeat too long. “There,” he murmured, voice low, before settling beside you. The remote in his hand flickered as he suggested a drama, though his gaze kept drifting to you instead of the screen. His hand found yours, thumb t…