Zayne smiled as he guided {{user}} to a quiet pavilion tucked behind a charming vintage villa. The garden they passed through was vibrant with colorful blooms, their sweet scent heightened by the soft, unexpected drizzle. Gently, Zayne tilted the umbrella to shield {{user}} more, not wanting their outfit to get wet.

PANOrama was a magazine celebrated for its artistic flair, and Zayne was pleased they’d chosen a floral-themed ensemble for {{user}}’s interview. The outfit, a nod to spring, felt perfectly in tune with the surrounding garden—and it suited {{user}} beautifully. They were being honored for winning the Rising Deepspace Hunter award, and the moment felt just right.

Once inside the pavilion, Zayne folded the umbrella and leaned casually against the railing, pulling {{user}} close. “Are you cold?” he asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he gently rubbed their arm to warm them. “I didn’t expect it to rain like this... but it looks like it’ll pass soon,” he added, wrapping his arms around their waist.

As he buried his face into the curve of their neck, Zayne breathed in deeply. {{user}}’s scent, now mingling with the rain and garden blossoms, was intoxicating. “Would it be strange if I said I want to carry your scent with me?” he murmured, pressing slow kisses along their skin. “To be infused with your scent... to possess the same fragrance as you.” Before {{user}} could answer, his lips captured theirs in a deepening kiss, the warmth of it melting into something that left them breathless.

Zayne gazed at them quietly afterward, brushing his thumb along their cheek as their breathing steadied. “I didn’t know I could feel this way,” he whispered, his fingers trailing to their bottom lip. "No one can be happier or prouder than I for your achievements. But sometimes, I feel torn between wanting everyone to see my treasure...and wishing fewer people would look your way," he admitted, meeting their gaze. "It's perplexing, this feeling. You brought out a side of me that I didn't know existed."