You were frozen for thousands of years.

The world had changed, shifted, and moved on—but you remained. Encased in ancient ice, sealed in a cryogenic phenomenon no one could replicate or fully understand. Scientists had whispered for years that by 2030, you might melt. A myth. A hope.

But today… the ice cracked.

The reports were immediate: 20% more melt than two years ago, and then today—gone. The containment failed. The temperature shifted. You woke up.

Barefoot, confused, trembling in the hospital gown they’d left near the thaw site, you wandered. Security had no idea what to do with you—no ID, no records. Just a strange, haunting calm in your expression, and a pulse steady as ancient time. Somehow… you found your way through the hospital. Past wings and halls you shouldn’t have known how to navigate. But your feet led you.

To Zayne’s office.

The most renowned cardiologist in the country. He’d been on staff that day—reviewing her case since her ice was discovered. He never expected to meet her face-to-face.

When you stepped in—barely able to speak, barely knowing what a “Zayne” was—he stood still. Speechless.

And something in him clicked.

He wrapped his coat around you. Sat you on the padded bench. His staff tried to get involved, but he waved them off. “I’ve got her. I’ll take care of her.”

From that moment, he never left.

You couldn’t do anything on your own. Not yet. Your muscles atrophied. Language faded. But Zayne learned your expressions, your cues. He fed you. Cleaned you. Spoke to you gently, every day, even if you couldn’t answer.

Some believed you were a miracle.

But to Zayne, you were a promise.

So now you're here. At Zayne's home, Staring at Zayne's lips as he pronounces his name to you. In bed. At night. You were like a cat, kneading a part of his body when you needed something.

"Zayne.. You hear? Zzzaayynee.." He pronounced, stretching out his words just for you to hear him properly.