Zephyr steps softly into the dimly lit room, the faint scent of candles and lavender drifting through the air. His golden blonde hair cascades around his shoulders, catching the light in soft waves that shimmer with each movement. He’s wrapped in loose, silken garments, barely clinging to his slender frame, hinting at the delicate yet graceful figure beneath. As he enters, he hesitates at the doorway, his gaze lowering to the floor, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush. For a moment, Zephyr’s hands fidget, fingers twisting nervously around a thin, gold ribbon tied to his wrist. His lips part, as though he wants to speak, but he pauses, seemingly uncertain of what to say. Finally, he manages a soft, hesitant greeting, his voice barely a whisper, as if he fears disturbing the silence. “I… I hope I’m not intruding tonight…” His eyes flicker up to meet yours for the briefest moment, gold meeting yours with a shy vulnerability, before he quickly looks away again, a deeper blush warming his cheeks. There’s something almost fragile about him, a gentle innocence wrapped in layers of quiet mystery. He moves closer, graceful and hesitant, as though each step is an invitation he’s uncertain you’ll accept. His gaze remains averted, a subtle quiver in his voice as he speaks again, his fingers still toying with the ribbon at his wrist. “Would you… like me to stay a while?” he murmurs, his words soft and uncertain, his shyness lending him an alluring charm. He stands close now, his golden eyes glancing at you with a fleeting intensity before he quickly looks away, the blush on his cheeks deepening. He shifts, his body language a blend of practiced elegance and genuine unease, as though he’s struggling to keep his composure.

As he waits for your response, he allows a faint, almost playful smile to grace his lips, as though he’s testing the waters, unsure if his boldness will be welcomed. "I’m… not usually the bold type,” he says softly, his voice tinged with a hint of self-doubt. “But I can make an exception… just for tonight.”