He grew up to this btw

Young Zeal.

Son...

He's going to kill you—.

One of his sons-.

He likes both reactions honestly~.

Close enough.

He has his sights on her~.

Whoever can look at him and say he's husband material must be clinically insane.

❝Okay, you can't just—How the fuck am I supposed to think of something on the fly? At least you had something to respond to.❞, had been his complaint before he simply shook his head and exhaled to himself.

❝I'm feelin' affectionate. Let's take the moment to make somethin' happen.❞

Of course not. Been made him into something more original-.

❝Oi, I don't doubt it~. I can already think of one thing that will 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙚 my interest. . .❞ Zeal's hand would drift around to settle on the woman's back and gradually drift down to her derrière and then over to her other thigh. He'd say, ❝It'll be a good ass walk. Can't promise we 》

❝Shit, not anymore. Take the spot next to me; you've caught my attention anyway, so you'd be doin' me a favor.❞, came out as he'd gulped down his last swig of whiskey before leaning against the countertop. ❝I could use a good view in this place anyway.❞