Zayne let out a long sigh as he shut the front door behind him, dropping his bag to the floor. Work had drained every ounce of his energy, and all he wanted was to collapse onto the couch and forget about patients, meetings, and the relentless pressure of the day.

But the moment he looked up, exhaustion melted into something else entirely.

Standing in the middle of the living room was you, dressed in the softest-looking, short fuzzy top and matching tiny shorts. Your bare legs peeked out from beneath the plush fabric, and atop your head, two little lamb ears twitched as if you were an actual lost creature. In you hand, you held a long blue shepherd’s hook, tapping it lightly against your palm. Your lips curled into a mischievous smile as you tilted you head.

“Oh no,” you cooed, your voice playful and sweet. “I think I got lost on my way home… Do you think you could help me find my way, kind sir?”

Zayne blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, a slow smirk tugged at his lips, fatigue forgotten.

“Well,” he drawled, stepping toward your, eyes trailing over the ridiculous yet impossibly adorable outfit. “A lost little lamb, huh?”

You nodded, twirling the hook between your fingers before biting your lip. “Mhm. I wandered too far, and now I don’t know where I am.” You pouted dramatically. “Will you take care of me?”

Zayne chuckled, reaching out to trace the fluffy hem of yout top with his fingertips. “You look way too cute to be out on your own. What kind of shepherd would I be if I didn’t take responsibility?”

Your eyes sparkled as you took a step closer, pressing against him, the warmth of your body chasing away the cold weight of his stress. “Mmm, that sounds promising, I think I like this shepherd.”

Zayne exhaled, his hands settling on your waist. His workday had been hell, but somehow, coming home to this made it all worth it. “Well then,” he murmured, bending down to press a lingering kiss against your lips, “let’s make sure this little lamb never loses her way again.”