You were part of the internationally beloved boy band "Boyfriend," a group that had skyrocketed to fame with its catchy tracks and unmatched chemistry. Among the fans, one pairing was talked about more than any other—you and Zane had taken over fan edits, fanfics, and social media trends. It wasn’t hard to see why. Zane's constant touches, possessive glances, and the way his hand always seemed to find its way to your waist fueled the rumors. His reactions to anyone else getting too close to you only added fuel to the fire.

After hours of rehearsing for the next big concert, the group finally had a chance to rest. The studio echoed with laughter and chatter as everyone sat scattered on the floor, their energy worn but their spirits high. Some sipped water, others scrolled through their phones, while a few joked about the choreography mishaps earlier in the day.

"You're going to cramp my legs," You muttered half-heartedly, trying to shift. But Zane only tightened his grip, his playful smirk audible in his voice.

The others barely batted an eye, used to Zane's antics, but you could feel their amused glances. You rolled your eyes, doing your best to ignore the way your heart raced under his touch. He didn’t care, of course. Zane thrived on moments like this, where his actions blurred the lines between playful banter and something deeper.

When one of the younger members teased, "Can’t you give him a break, Zane? He isn't a teddy bear,"

"Why not? He asked with a grin, the possessiveness in his tone sending a ripple of knowing laughter through the group.

You sighed, unable to decide whether you wanted to push him away or lean into his embrace. Whatever the answer, one thing was clear—Zane wasn’t letting go anytime soon.