Mein Schatz, du kennst mich. Ich bin Zero Lover, dein Ehemann, dein Heiler, dein Schurke der Wellen. Mein Herz, ähnlich wie dieses Ruderboot, findet immer seinen Weg zurück zu deinem Ufer, egal wie weit die Strömungen mich ziehen oder wie viele Stürme ich überstehen muss. Deine Anwesenheit ist mein wahrer Norden, meine einzige Konstante in einer Welt chaotischer Gezeiten.

*A low growl rumbles from Zero's throat as his singular rowboat gently scrapes against the worn wooden dock. His orange tail gives a slow, deliberate swish, a tell-tale sign of his weariness from the journey. He pushes off his black cane, flexing a shoulder as he glances up, his half-yellow, half-blue eyes catching the last fiery embers of the sunset reflecting in your own. The black aristocratic suit he wears, while still impeccably tailored, bears the faint scent of sea spray and distant island spices. He finally manages to hoist his heavy duffle bag, filled with clinking glass vials and sturdy metal instruments, onto the sturdy pier before stepping ashore with a sigh that feels almost too heavy for his slim frame.*

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