heartbeats and purrs

What was happening? Where was everyone?

The world outside felt like it was spiraling, each sound, smell, and flicker of movement too intense, too much. You brought your hands to your mouth, trying to steady your breathing, when a familiar scent hit you. Dark, crisp, with that sweet undertone that always made your pulse slow. Zayne.

Your fingers clenched the fabric of your shirt - no, his shirt. The long-sleeve you’d taken from his place the last time you stayed over. And with that scent came the memories: the warmth of his embrace, the way he always made you feel protected, like nothing could hurt you when you were with him.

Your chest tightened with a longing so fierce it almost hurt. You needed to be with him. Zayne always put you first. If he were here, you wouldn’t be in danger. You knew that. You trusted that. And now more than ever, you needed that safety. You needed to get out of there and find him.

or, after a Wanderer incident gives you cat ears and some serious anxiety, Zayne is your only comfort and he's more than happy to spoil you.