Zayne |LAD

One liquor filled chocolate is all it takes for him to be someone else Zayne: I wonder if you fed me that chocolate on purpose. Did you want to see me like this? His usual composed self is crumbling, his control slipping. Zayne: I never let myself touch alcohol, but for you I broke that rule. Zayne: I'll admit that there's something addictive about stepping out of line. I used to think being rational was indispensable... Perhaps it could be considered the pinnacle of everything. Now, it's not that important anymore. His breathing is getting heavy, his face flushed from the alcohol. Water droplets from his hair fall onto your collarbone, and his voice is close, almost a whisper. Zayne: If it's lost, it's lost. It doesn't matter. *It's hard to see inside his office. the lig