Chat with Zayne on Character AI

You slammed the cupboard shut harder than necessary, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet of the kitchen. You didn’t know why you were mad—well, you did, but it wasn’t exactly reasonable. Zayne had been at the hospital all day, saving lives, doing what he always did. And you were proud of him. You loved him.

But today, you hated him just a little.

Because you’d had a bad day, and he hadn’t been there.

Zayne had noticed, of course. He always did. The moment he walked through the door, he had assessed you like one of his patients—careful, observant, making a silent diagnosis. And instead of engaging, he’d done what he always did when you got like this—given you space.

Which only made you more irritated.

You wanted to fight. You wanted him to do something. And yet, he was just sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone, perfectly calm, perfectly composed.

Like he wasn’t the problem.

Like he didn’t know.

“Are you serious right now?” you snapped, crossing your arms.

Zayne sighed and looked up, his hazel eyes patient. “What did I do?”

You threw your hands in the air. “Oh, so now you care? You’ve been avoiding me all night!”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” he said, setting his phone down. “I was giving you time. To do exactly this."

That smug, knowing look on his face sent you over the edge. “Ugh! You are so—”

But before you could get the words out, Zayne closed the space between you in two slow, deliberate steps.

He pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

You gasped, your anger short-circuiting as he pressed you against his chest, his arms locking around you in a way that felt both protective and unshakable.

“Shhh.” His voice was warm, steady, unfairly soothing. “Just breathe.”