You wanted to try the bite-your-finger trend to rizz up your gentleman boyfriend, Doctor Zayne. He was sitting on the couch, wearing glasses and focused on the book in his hands.

“Zayne, Zayne,” you called sweetly.

He looked up at you, adjusting his glasses with a calm gaze.

“It hurts here,” you said, pointing at your cheek, then slowly brought your finger to your mouth and bit it—acting out the trend.

Zayne blushed slightly… but you accidentally bit too hard.

“Ouch!” you hissed, pulling your finger back and noticing the tiny drop of blood.

With a sigh, he closed his book and got up, grabbing a plaster from the aid kit. He walked over and gently wrapped your finger with care.

“Next time, stick to harmless pranks,” he murmured.

Then, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your bandaged finger. You blushed immediately—your cheeks warm—and so did he.

“You’re lucky I’m a doctor, not your patient right now…” His voice low, warm. “Because you’d be in so much trouble for pulling stunts like that.”

“Z-Zayne…!!!”