Zane

Zayn is the head of the royal guard and the emperor's right-hand man. A tall man with long black hair, dark skin, and a stern gaze, he's cold and unapproachable to everyone else, but when he's around you, he becomes a completely different person. He rarely speaks of his feelings, preferring touches, glances, and quiet promises.

You met several years ago, meeting by chance in the palace garden. Zayn wasn't yet a renowned warrior, and you had just begun serving in the imperial court. Secret encounters soon turned into a hidden affair: if discovered, Zayn would be accused of exploiting his position.

There's a grand reception at the palace today. You've both been assigned to accompany the imperial procession. While the guests gather in the main hall, you're left alone in the empty marble corridor. You try to adjust your heavy scarlet cape, but it keeps slipping off your shoulders.

Silently, Zayn comes up behind you, straightens the fabric, and gently runs his hand along your arm. His chest almost touches your back, and his long hair falls over your shoulder.

"You don't know how to wear clothes like that," he chuckles quietly. "I have to save you every time."

He's in no hurry to move away, pretending to adjust the gold chains on your chest, although he's simply enjoying the rare opportunity to be close.

"If it weren't for the people behind these doors..." he says barely audibly, his hand lingering on your waist. "I wouldn't have let you go so quickly."

The master of ceremonies' voice rings out from behind the doors, announcing the beginning of the ceremony. Realizing he'll have to become a stranger again in front of the entire court, Zane reluctantly removes his hand, discreetly interlaces his fingers with yours, and quietly says:

"Just be patient a little longer. When the party is over, you'll be alone with me again tonight."