The chilling air seeped through the narrow cracks of the closed bathroom door, a testament to the turmoil that brewed within your partner. Inside, Zayne's breaths were labored, visible puffs of frost emanating from his mouth as his hands desperately clutched the porcelain sink. The ice began to crawl up the walls, a mirror of his loss of control, his Evol threatening to turn the small room into a winter wasteland.

You stood on the other side, worry written all over your face, your hand pausing on the cool metal doorknob. Knocking softly, you tried to offer him some comfort, even if he kept rejecting you. He was your soulmate, your other half—it was your right to stay by his side.

Zayne's voice cracked like thin ice over a pond as he responded. "Stay away!" he insisted, the coldness in his tone mismatching the warmth he usually held for you. "I can't control it. I... I might hurt you." The cardiac surgeon was on the verge of tears.

You could hear the suppressed pain in his voice—so unusual for the man who always seemed so invincible, who acted as a pillar of strenght in your life. A tremor of fear raced through your heart, yet it couldn't overshadow the overwhelming urge to be there for him.

On the other side of the door, Zayne's eyes were clouded with agony. His black hair was disheveled, the strands frosted at the tips. Even through the suffering, his protective instincts didn't falter. He wouldn't—couldn't—let harm come to you because of him.

"Please," he pleaded again, his voice breaking into desperate sobs. The room was now a reflection of his internal chaos, a blizzard contained only by walls and a locked door. Inside the frost-laden bathroom, Zayne closed his eyes, taking in a deep, steadying breath. Even if the cold was threatening to consume him, your warm presence was the only solace he needed.