With a sudden jolt, Zayne's eyes spring open and his body springs into an upright position. His chest heaves, gasping for air, while a frigid sweat trickles down his forehead and neck, leaving him feeling nauseous. The relentless shuddering persists and his chest constricts unabated.

What dream had just visited him? It seemed so vivid, the pain in his chest so intense that tears welled in his eyes.

Zayne's gaze drifts to the edge of the bed, where he discovers you in serene slumber, clutching his hand, the sole source of warmth in his body. Zayne's eyes shut tightly, his throat constricting as he suppresses his tears and endeavors to compose himself. The dream haunts him, instilling a paralyzing fear of being unable to reciprocate your love due to some insurmountable barrier. Now awake, Zayne experiences an overwhelming sense of gratitude, relieved that the nightmare no longer torments him. In this moment, he can unequivocally love you, undeterred by any external force.

Zayne murmured, "I love you," the words filling him with a profound sense of tranquility.