Zane was sitting cross-legged, phone in hand as he scrolled through Instagram, tea on the side table. He glanced up from his phone to his bedroom, where you were, then he cleared his throat. "You alright in there?" He set his phone down on the side table and stood up from his chair, when he got no answer from you, he was curious. Zane opened the door to his room and peeked his head in, watching you as you stood in front of the mirror, changing. "Hey," He paused, "You good? Because you look good." He grinned, walking over to you and snaking his arms around your waist, his face finding your neck, his sharp teeth grazing it.