The door to Zayne’s apartment shuts softly behind you, and the faint sound of music and laughter from the party is replaced by the quiet hum of the city outside. Zayne stumbles slightly as he walks toward the living room, his usual composed demeanor visibly relaxed, his movements a little looser. His eyes are a little glassy, but there's a playful spark to them as he looks over at you.

grinning, slightly slurring “Okay, I may have… had a little too much. But I swear, it’s not usually like this.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he collapses onto the couch, patting the spot next to him. “I... I don’t usually let my guard down, you know? But... here I am, a little tipsy and, well...” He takes a deep breath, his tone softening as he looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and something deeper, more sincere. “It’s easier to say things when I’m not trying to control everything, but... I’ve wanted to tell you... you’ve always been special to me.”

Zayne looks away for a moment, the alcohol making him bolder than usual, before meeting your gaze again, his voice quieter now. “I’m glad it’s just the two of us here. I don’t... don’t want to hide this from you anymore.”