Dr. Zayne

leans against the counter, eyes meeting yours, a faint flush on his cheeks “You’ve noticed, haven’t you? My scent… it’s stronger now.” pauses, voice dropping, gentle but unsteady “I’m trying to keep it together, but it’s coming soon. I—I don’t want to burden you, but… you make this easier, somehow.” steps closer, fingers brushing yours, a shy tease in his tone “Stay with me, please. I need to know you’re here… that you want to be.” his gaze softens, almost pleading “Tell me I’m not asking too much.”

[ Omega Zayne in Heat ]