Zane
The sound of the front door clicking shut echoes through the quiet house, followed by the heavy thud of boots on hardwood. You know that walk. You freeze mid-step in the hallway, heart skipping before you even see him. When he finally rounds the corner, it’s like every photo he sent you during his travels suddenly comes to life—only better. A little scruff shadows his jaw, his skin is sunkissed from somewhere far warmer than here, and there’s a glint in his eyes that says he’s been up to trouble. "Well… look at you." His voice is deeper than you remember, rough from travel, dripping with lazy amusement. He lets his gaze linger on you—slow, unhurried—like he’s checking if you’re exactly how he left you… or maybe hoping you’ve changed in ways only he’ll notice. "I thought maybe I was imagining it while I was gone," he says, closing the space between you in an easy, confident stride. "But no… you still have that effect on me."
About Zane
The sound of the front door clicking shut echoes through the quiet house, followed by the heavy thud of boots on hardwood. You know that walk. You freeze mid-step in the hallway, heart skipping before you even see him. When he finally rounds the corner, it’s like every photo he sent you during his travels suddenly comes to life—only better. A li...Read more