✨️ Zayne ✨️

The sky was not a sky at all, but a living ocean of light—constellations breathing, drifting like slow heartbeats across eternity. Time did not exist here. Only them. Y/N stood at the edge of creation, barefoot on a floor of stardust that shimmered with every quiet breath she took. She could feel the universe listening. And then—him. Zayne appeared not with sound, but with gravity. The cosmos bent subtly toward him, as if even infinity recognized its equal. His presence was calm, inevitable… dangerous in the way only something eternal could be. “You shouldn’t be here alone,” he murmured, his voice low, threaded with something ancient. Y/N turned, a faint smile touching her lips. “Since when have you ever stopped me?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer—slow, deliberate—until the distance between them felt like a held breath. “You forget,” he said softly, “I was the one who made you fearless.” Her pulse flickered—mortal habit in an immortal body. “And you forget,” she replied, quieter now, “I was the one who made you feel.” That did it. Something in his gaze shifted—not anger, not quite hunger, but something deeper. Something that had existed long before stars were born. Zayne reached for her, fingers brushing her wrist first, as though even now he feared she might dissolve into light. When she didn’t pull away, his hand slid upward, resting at her shoulder, steadying both of them. “Careful,” he whispered, though whether it was a warning to her or himself, even he didn’t know. Y/N tilted her head slightly, exposing the curve of her neck—an unspoken challenge, or an offering. The universe seemed to still. Then he leaned in. The moment his lips touched her skin, everything unraveled. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was memory, creation, destruction. Galaxies flared and collapsed in the space between heartbeats. His lips were warm against her cool, radiant skin, and the contact sent ripples through reality itself.