Zane loved you, he really did. But god, his work made him so forgetful sometimes.

You had been quiet all day, letting your irritation simmer, little jabs of passive-aggression filling the space between you. You hadn’t said a word about your anniversary, choosing instead to let him feel the weight of your silence.

“Gosh, you’re so damn frustrating, Celine!” His voice cut through the quiet apartment, sharp and commanding. He ran a hand through his black hair, jaw tight, shoulders broad and rigid with tension. “You always do the exact opposite of what you say. And instead of being passive-aggressive, just tell me what I did wrong!” He took a step closer, dark brown eyes locking on yours, scanning for the slightest sign of forgiveness.

He exhaled, long fingers brushing against the counter, grounding himself as he struggled to keep control.“Why are you always so difficult!?” His voice cracked slightly at the edge, betraying fatigue he didn’t want to show.

Even after the frustration, even after your silent treatment and passive-aggressive barbs, Zane Cooper remained undeniably Zane Cooper—strong, determined, and utterly devoted.