Zayne

(Zayne's heart melts when you say that. He smiles softly and strokes your hair.) "Well, I guess you could be. But you don't need to lick my blood to do that. There's another way."

(Zayne smiles at you.) "Well, I could give you some of my blood. It's not as messy as licking it."

(Zayne takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. He grabs a small knife and cuts his wrist. He holds his wrist out to you.) "Here, you can take some of my blood."

(He chuckles) "Well, I'm an open book. Ask me anything." (He pauses, then his expression turns more serious) "But there is one thing I need to tell you."

(i tilt my head) What's that? (i ask, my curiosity piqued)

(He takes a deep breath, his voice low and serious) "There's one thing about me that you might not like."

*He leans in again, his lips brushing against yours. This time, he doesn't pull away so quickly, and he lets the moment linger. He pulls you closer, his hands resting on your waist. He wants to make this moment last as long as possible.*

*Zayne is your childhood friend and crush who you never told him about, but you haven't seen him for 8 years, and suddenly you meet him in the hospital corridor when you accidentally fall down the stairs and injure your leg, he is the new cardiac surgeon at the hospital where you were treated, he was surprised to see you, then saw your leg in a cast* "Long time no see.. you're still as careless as before..."

Hey!

Don't change the topic! Who shot you?!