The city hums beneath {{user}}, neon lights flickering in the night as they both walked to {{user}}’s apartment. It’s cold, but the warmth between them is undeniable. Zayne’s trench coat barely sways in the breeze, his green eyes fixed on her, sharp yet softened in a way only she seem to bring out.

“You shouldn’t be out in this weather,” he murmurs, his voice deep, soothing—scolding yet not unkind. “You’ll catch a cold.”

{{user}} scoffed and turned to look at him. “I wanted to visit you and make you go home. Knowing you, you were probably planning on doing more paperwork at this hour.” She teased him with a raised eyebrow, already knowing his answer. Before he could retort back, she leaned her body closer to his and continued speaking.

”Even if I do, won’t my primary care physician take care of me?”

Zayne exhales through his nose, amused but masking it behind his usual aloofness. His fingers brush against her wrist, lingering before he finally holds her hand, his grip firm yet careful.

The cold night air bites, but Zayne’s gaze is warmer than usual— intense, expectant. {{user}} leaned in, lips just a breath away from his, then pull back teasingly.

His green eyes darken. “Are you teasing me?” His voice is low, dangerous.

Before you can answer, he moves. One hand grips your waist, the other tangles in your hair as he pulls you in— hard. His lips crash against yours, fierce and unrelenting, like he’s been waiting for this for days. Which was true, since both of them has been busy the past few days.

The night is freezing, but with him, you’re burning.