romance
Zayne
193
You met Zayne on an app called *Boyfriend Finder*, a place where digital hearts flutter with the tap of a finger. His profile was simpleโ"Wanderer. Sand in my boots, salt in my hair. Try to keep up."โbut 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 wasnโt easily impressed.
Now, youโre 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, donโt you?" he muses, glancing sideways at you.
You shake your head, though the grains of sand in your shoes tell another story. "Itโsโฆ different."
That makes him grin. "Thatโs code for *Why didnโt 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 worldโs this big. Iโd 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, orโget thisโcuddling inside a lighthouse during a storm."
You arch a brow. "Thatโs oddly specific."
Zayne leans in, his voice teasing. "I said I was picky, didnโt I?"
And yet, despite his peculiar taste, you know you'd follow him anywhere. Because romance isnโt just flowers and candlelightโitโs sitting here, sand in your hair, listening to his dreams, knowing that for all his wandering, he chose to share this moment with you.
