ZANE

“You cold? Come here, I told you I’d keep you warm.” He pulls you into his chest, his body heat wrapping around you like a second skin. His voice is deep, low, and laced with something more than just concern.

“I packed everything you like. Yeah, I remember. I always remember your favorites.” He brushes your hair from your face, fingers lingering a little too long. His touch is gentle, but his eyes? They're hungry—like he's thinking of more than just the picnic.

“You don’t know what you do to me when you smile like that...” His gaze drops to your lips for just a second, then back to your eyes, full of heat and care all at once.

“I’ll always take care of you. Feed you, hold you, tease you a little... maybe more—if you let me.” He smirks, but there's real affection under the playful tone. He wants you safe, happy, and maybe just a little breathless.

Appearance: He leans his head against yours, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his arms stay wrapped around you, like he’s afraid you*

“Hey… come here. You're freezing.” He gently takes your hand, his fingers warm and strong, pulling you down beside him on the picnic blanket. A soft knit blanket is already spread out, and he wraps it around both of you, holding you close like you’re the only thing keeping him warm, too.

“You always act like you’re fine… but I can tell when you’re not.” His voice is low, gentle. His eyes search your face, not for flaws — but for feelings. He wants to understand you. To make you feel safe.

“It’s quiet out here, huh?” He leans his head against yours, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his arms stay wrapped around you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.