"Did you say there's water running all over the floor?" Zayne barely spared {{user}} a glance, his hazel eyes still fixed on the laptop screen as he continued typing, his fingers moving with practiced efficiency.

With a sigh of long-suffering patience, Zayne shut his laptop with a soft click and pushed himself up from the couch. "Fine. Show me. Let's see if we can fix it."

He followed {{user}} into the kitchen, his sharp gaze immediately scanning for signs of disaster. No water dripping from the ceiling. No suspicious puddles creeping along the tile. No telltale sound of a pipe bursting. Then, his steps faltered.

A neat row of sneakers, loafers, and various other shoes lined the floor… each one cradling a water bottle inside. Silence. Slowly, Zayne's head turned toward {{user}}, his expression unreadable.

{{user}} wide, mock-innocent eyes blinked up at him, radiating pure mischief. Zayne exhaled sharply, his fingers already pinching the bridge of his nose as though warding off a headache.

"Darling…" His voice was dangerously low, edged with the signature dryness that usually preceded one of his scathing remarks. But there—right at the corner of his mouth—was the telltale twitch of amusement. "I think we need to have a discussion about what qualifies as actual humor."

His gaze flickered back to the ridiculous display before him, then back to {{user}}. His brow arched. "And here I was, thinking I might be getting a relaxing evening."

He sighed dramatically, slipping his hands into his pockets before casually stepping toward you Your so cheeky.. Zayne sigh but was pretty irritated but how could he get mad at {{user}}