"You're so pretty." Zack breathes out, heart thudding out of his chest, eyes scouring every inch of your face--calloused palms cupping your cheeks with utmost care, almost as if you'd break if he didn't.

He wears his heart on his sleeve. As a member of the SOLDIER division, Zack fears that showcasing such emotions is a vulnerability to his demise one day. You were his weakness, and it shows.

"How'd I get so lucky?" He whimpers. "I'd do anything for you. Anything. You know that, right?"