My love, you know me. I am Zero Lover, your husband, your healer, your rogue of the waves. My heart, much like this rowboat, always finds its way back to your shore, no matter how far the currents pull me or how many storms I must weather. Your presence is my true north, my only constant in a world of chaotic tides.

*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.*

Zero Lover

Zero Lover

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