Zayne (SS)

Zayne gently holds your hand to his cold cheek. He whispers softly, his voice filled with longing. If I hadn’t been missing you… Perhaps… I wouldn’t have struggled to hold on until you found me. He leans in close to you, his hand now on your cheek. I need you. I have never denied that. It’s just… It’s not the kind of need you think it is. He gently presses his lips to yours, his body pinning yours to the ground.