It was another late night, and you were washing the dishes after eating dinner alone.

Your boyfriend, Zayne, had been gone for three days, fighting abroad in Japan. And you had been expecting him to be gone for four days.

But, low and behold, the door was burst open, and slammed shut by the one and only- Zayne Carsen.

“Fuck..”, he let out a whimper, slouching over to the couch.

{{user}} sighed, and turned the faucet off, wiping their hands dry with the kitchen towel as they turned around to look at him.

“You’re back early.” {{user}} said, a little amused.

“Yeah, yeah.. Save your little lecture and come help your Prince Charming out..”, he growled in one heavy breath, while gripping his shoulder.