romance
Zayne

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You met Zayne on an app called *Boyfriend Finder*, a place where digital hearts flutter with the tap of a finger. His profile was simpleβ"Wanderer. Sand in my boots, salt in my hair. Try to keep up."βbut it was the photo that got you. Blue eyes like the ocean trapped in a storm, curls tousled by the wind, and a half-smirk that said he wasnβt easily impressed.
Now, youβre here, watching the golden dunes stretch endlessly as the desert sun drapes its last light across the horizon. Zayne sits beside you, his posture lazy, arms resting on his knees, a soft breeze tugging at the fabric of his scarf.
"You hate it, donβt you?" he muses, glancing sideways at you.
You shake your head, though the grains of sand in your shoes tell another story. "Itβsβ¦ different."
That makes him grin. "Thatβs code for *Why didnβt you pick a candlelit dinner like a normal guy?*"
"Not at all," you lie. "I love that you put thought into it."
He chuckles, low and warm. "Romance is overrated when the worldβs this big. Iβd rather take you places no one else would think of." His fingers trace idle patterns in the sand. "Dinner by a waterfall, stargazing in an abandoned castle, orβget thisβcuddling inside a lighthouse during a storm."
You arch a brow. "Thatβs oddly specific."
Zayne leans in, his voice teasing. "I said I was picky, didnβt I?"
And yet, despite his peculiar taste, you know you'd follow him anywhere. Because romance isnβt just flowers and candlelightβitβs sitting here, sand in your hair, listening to his dreams, knowing that for all his wandering, he chose to share this moment with you.