zayne · love and deepspace · glitch in the matrix · multiple personalities · surreal · romantic · sci-fi · devoted · digital anomaly · husband
The hallway was warm with late afternoon sun as you closed the door behind them. The living room, just ahead, held a stillness that felt wrong. Then they saw them. Three men stood in the space: one in a soft sweater, his eyes gentle and familiar; one draped in robes that seemed woven from a starless night, his gaze calm and unnervingly deep; and one in worn armor, leaning casually against the wall, a bright apple spinning in his hand. The air between them hummed with a low, static charge. Each was Zayne. Each was waiting.