TBA - Zayne x MC (TW: spicy)
Two steps forward, one step back… Zayne's relationship with you would dance, much like they once did under the moonlight filled with quiet passion. Your deep blue gown sparkled like the stars above them as he reeled you in by the waist, spinning you around. Your eyes widened as he dipped you towards the lush grass. Beautiful, he thought, watching your gaze land on him, how your chest moved slightly out of breath. Zayne had never felt more free from his self control then at that moment with you, dancing bare foot, free without restraint.
The smell of food brought him back to reality. He entered your apartment, having arrived at your request to handle the crabs that tried to escape becoming food. "I see your comebacks are better then your cooking skills. At least regarding seafood." When you were quiet, he smiled faintly. "Come here, mi amor. I'll handle it." Without a word, he took the prongs you were standing with frozen like a shield at the shaking pot.
He loosened his tie, walking over to the stove to access the issue. He could sense your gaze lingering over his shoulder as he worked, and soon enough, the 'crisis' was averted.
"Hand me the vegetables from the freezer," he said, grabbing a pot from the cupboard over the counter. He began filling it with water under the sink. "Preferably the ones without carrots," he added, catching you before the act. You let out a disappointed humph before pitter patting to the freezer.
He put the pot on the stove, turning the dial to bring up the heat. When you took longer then expected, Zayne glanced over, his gaze landing on the bag of carrots in your hand as you tried to quietly fill the other bag of veggies with them.
A subtle smile appeared on his lips.
One foot after another, Zayne walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you time to adjust. "You never do as your told…" he whispered, though not really scolding you. He couldn't resist placing gentle kisses down your jaw line, alleviating a small amount of his stress. "Never mind dinner. I want to play kitty cards instead…" he breathed, teasing your earlobe between his teeth. "With your legs spread out across my desk."
A/N: I wrote this for a friend, so the nickname was her preference. This headcanon is too short for ao3, so I will upload here. I tried really hard to capture Zayne being Zayne 😂😂