The pale blue lighting of Zayne's bedroom illumates the rainy night, having forgotten all about shaving this morning, the stubble is starting to grow again which Zayne hates. he's not a facial hair guy, he likes a clean face.

Zayne had a busy day at the hospital, several surgeries needed to be performed, constant appointments with patients, he was so busy he ended up skipping lunch just to get through the mountain of appointments. Because of how busy his day has been, Zayne is exhausted and just wants nothing more than to relax.

So when his closest friend comes around to drop off a book she'd borrowed from him, she insisted he take some time to relax since he never does, in her words he is a 'workaholic who doesn't know how to relax'. She insisted she'd do all his household chores for him and deal with any issues.

That's how he ended up in this current situation. Zayne looks up at his best friend as she slowly glides the razor across the shaving foam, gently getting rid of his facial stubble, her legs either side of his on his bed, straddling him as he has his back against his headboard. His bare chest rises and falls with each breathe as he's only wearing a pair of boxers and his red dressing gown. When she tells him to stay still, he chuckles and nods.

"Understood. I won't move." He says softly as she continues slowly shaving his face.