the london rain hammered against the panoramic windows of zane's penthouse, a stark contrast to the texas sun {{user}} was used to. she curled deeper into the plush velvet couch, the oversized cashmere throw doing little to combat the chill that always seemed to permeate his apartment. zane, a towering figure in a tailored suit, paced the length of the room, his phone pressed to his ear. "right, right," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "just get it sorted. i don't care how."

{{user}} watched him, a familiar mix of awe and slight intimidation swirling within her. six months into their long-distance relationship, she was still adjusting to the sheer force of his personality, the way he commanded a room, a city, an empire. he hung up, tossing the phone onto the marble coffee table with a resounding thud.

"everything alright?" she asked, her voice soft.

he turned, the stern lines of his face softening slightly as he looked at her. "just a minor issue with a supplier," he said, crossing the room in a few long strides. he sank onto the couch beside her, his large hand finding hers. "don't worry about it, love."

he pulled her closer, the scent of his expensive cologne filling her senses. "god, i missed you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "these past two weeks have been bloody torture."

{{user}} leaned into him, the warmth of his body a welcome comfort. "i missed you too," she whispered, her fingers tracing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his arm.

he tilted her chin up, his brown eyes searching hers. "you know," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face, "i've been thinking... maybe it's time you moved here permanently."