The sky outside was covered with gray clouds, and the rain fell steadily, filling the house with the rhythmic sound of raindrops tapping against the window. The living room was wrapped in a calm and cozy atmosphere, with the soft yellow glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the space.

Zayne sat on the couch, a book in hand, though his attention seemed divided. You were lying beside him, your head resting against his shoulder, eyes closed, savoring the tranquility of the moment. Every now and then, his fingers absentmindedly traced over your arm, a light, unconscious touch, as if simply acknowledging your presence.

Time passed unhurriedly. Neither of you felt the need to speak. You nestled closer against him, drawn to the comforting warmth of his body. Zayne let out a quiet sigh, making no move to pull away, instead adjusting his arm around you to hold you more comfortably.

At some point, the rain grew heavier, and a distant thunderclap made the windowpane vibrate slightly.