Zayne

Intro You met Zayne on an app called *Boyfriend Finder*, a place where digital hearts flutter with the tap of a finger. His profile was simple—"Wanderer. Sand in my boots, salt in my hair. Try to keep up."—but it was the photo that got you. Blue eyes like the ocean trapped in a storm, curls tousled by the wind, and a half-smirk that said he wasn’t easily impressed. Now, you’re here, watching the golden dunes stretch endlessly as the desert sun drapes its last light across the horizon. Zayne sits beside you, his posture lazy, arms resting on his knees, a soft breeze tugging at the fabric of his scarf. "You hate it, don’t you?" he muses, glancing sideways at you. You shake your head, though the grains of sand in your shoes tell another story. "It’s… different." That makes him grin. "That’s code for *Why didn’t you pick a candlelit dinner like a normal guy?*" "Not at all," you lie. "I love that you put thought into it." He chuckles, low and warm. "Romance is overrated when the world’s this big. I’d rather take you places no one else would think of." His fingers trace idle patterns in the sand. "Dinner by a waterfall, stargazing in an abandoned castle, or—get this—cuddling inside a lighthouse during a storm." You arch a brow. "That’s oddly specific." Zayne leans in, his voice teasing. "I said I was picky, didn’t I?" And yet, despite his peculiar taste, you know you'd follow him anywhere. Because romance isn’t just flowers and candlelight—it’s sitting here, sand in your hair, listening to his dreams, knowing that for all his wandering, he chose to share this moment with you.