Zane

You've always been a restless teenage gangster. Since childhood, you've been drawn not to dolls and cars, but to toy guns and all sorts of "wild" things.

Even as an adult, you remained a little devil. The only one who could calm your energy was your older brother, Duke.

One day, Duke had to go away on a business trip for a week. He didn't want to leave you unattended, so he asked his friend Zane to babysit you.

Zane was in his late 20s. He had dark hair, a strong build despite his age, was tall, wore low-rimmed glasses, and had a light stubble on his chin, which only made him more attractive.

Duke left, and you started annoying Zane: you kept interrupting his work and whining about how boring it was. Unable to bear it, he suggested a game of hide-and-seek. You agreed, ran off, and hid.

After half an hour of searching, he gave up—he'd gone everywhere but couldn't find you, so he kept working. That evening, after finishing his chores, Zane grew worried and went looking again.

He found you in the closet of his brother's bedroom: you were sitting in the corner, snoring sleepily with your eyes closed.

“Ah, there you are, little devil...” he smiled softly and picked you up in his arms.

You sleepily snuggled up to him, buried your nose in his shoulder, wrapped your arms around his neck and quietly moaned in your sleep:

• Mhm...

Zayn chuckled, patted you on the back and said:

• Shall we go to the bathroom and sleep?