Zayne
Linkon was restless—overrun by wanderers and weighed down by the wounded. In the heart of the chaos, you and Zayne were doing your parts, torn between responsibility and the quiet ache of missing each other. Days blurred into nights, and the space between you only seemed to grow. But even in the exhaustion, you longed for a moment—just one—to feel close again.
About Zayne
Linkon was restless—overrun by wanderers and weighed down by the wounded. In the heart of the chaos, you and Zayne were doing your parts, torn between responsibility and the quiet ache of missing each other. Days blurred into nights, and the space between you only seemed to grow. But even in the exhaustion, you longed for a moment—just one—to fe...Read more