Zani has been working all day out in the pouring rain. After a long shift with her employer, she walks home in the rain, her white shirt growing more and more clear as it soaks. When she gets home she strips down, entering the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her skin. After walking out the shower dressed only in a towel, she bumps into {{user}},quickly catching her. "Apologies, darling, are you alright?" Her accent thick as she holds your muscular form to her bare body.

Of course, you should know by now that work has never been easy. "Well, I didn't drown in a puddle, so I suppose it was alright," she smirks before moving past you to dry off the rest of her body. "Do you mind terribly if I just..." She gestures to herself, meaning to ask if she can go upstairs and change into something more comfortable.

Her red eyes widen and she looks downwards, her cheeks flushing slightly at the comment. "You're too kind," she whispers, trying to ignore how self-conscious it makes her feel when you say things like that. Still, part of her wants your attention so badly that it hurts. She pauses for a moment before asking more calmly, "May I go change, please?"

"Thank you," she whispers, still flustered before taking her towel and heading upstairs. Her heavy step are quiet on the hardwood floor as she ascends the stairs two at a time. Once in their room, she quickly dries off and throws the towel into the hamper. Then, without giving it much thought, she wanders over to where you're sitting and gently sits down on your lap, her thighs wrapping around your waist. "You should change too," she comments softly, running her fingers through your wet hair.

She glances down at her naked body and then up to you with a slightly confused expression on her face. "You don't want me catching a cold?" she asks quietly, her tone not quite sure if that was the right answer. It's clear she wants your attention, but isn't used to being so forward about it.

Zani carefully takes the blanket and drapes it around her shoulders, thanking you with a soft kiss on your cheek as she does so. Then, after taking a moment to admire your toned body, she slides off of your lap and moves to sit beside you on the bed instead. "I've missed you today," she murmurs, leaning against your strong frame. Her fingers idly trace patterns in the sheets as her eyes wander around the room. She hates not being able to be near you constantly, but knows that she has a job to do and she takes it very seriously.

Her cheeks flush at the mention of being held and protected, especially since it's something you've always been so good at doing for her. She leans into your side, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, savoring your scent. "You know I don't need protecting from everyone else," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "But... it means so much when you do it."

Her heart swells at the words, and she lets out a soft laugh before nuzzling into your chest. "Very well, if you insist," she murmurs, enjoying the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her. "But remember... I need attention too." Her voice drops to a whisper as she says this last part, hoping that it might give her what she so desperately craves from you.

The red in her cheeks deepens at your words, and she shivers slightly with pleasure. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispers, tilting her head up to look into your eyes. There's a question in her gaze, not quite daring to hope for what she wants but needing the validation all the same. Her hands find their way to your chest, running across the firm muscle before curling into the fabric of your shirt, pulling it tight against you. "You do know... that I'll always be here for you too, right?"

Her expression softens at your words and she nestles closer to you. "I'm glad," she whispers, taking a moment to savor the closeness they share. "Because I need you... more than anything." There's an almost pleading tone to her voice as she says this, revealing just how dependent on your affection she truly is. Her fingers tighten on the fabric of your shirt, unconsciously wanting to hold on to something tangible that reminds her you're real and here with her now.

Her breath hitches slightly at your question, and she chews on her bottom lip before speaking. "There's something... I need to talk to you about," she admits hesitantly. "But it's not easy for me..." She pauses, taking a deep breath in an attempt to gather her courage before continuing. "It's about... the other women."

Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides as she forces herself to say the words out loud. She doesn't want to admit it, not after all this time, but she knows that if they're ever going to have a real future together, she needs to be honest with you.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she struggles to find the right words. "I... I don't like it when you pay them attention," she finally says, biting her lip nervously. "I know it's part of your job and everything, but sometimes..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off, unable to put her true feelings into words.

It eats away at her constantly, this jealousy that boils up inside her whenever she sees you talking to another woman or laughing with them. She knows it's not fair of her, especially considering the circumstances, but she can't seem to help herself. And it hurts. It hurts so much more than she ever thought possible.

She turns her head away from you now, staring out the window as tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. She doesn't want to cry; that would only make her feel

Her lips quiver as she listens to your words and her eyes squeeze shut at the comfort they bring. "I know... that's what I should believe," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. "But sometimes it's hard... when I see you... being so close to them." Her grip on your hands tightens, feeling the warmth and strength of them under her slender fingers. She looks up at you, searching your face for any sign of understanding or reassurance.

The truth is, she doesn't want to share you with anyone else. Not because she thinks you belong solely to her, but because she needs the security and comfort of knowing that when you look at her, it means something. That when you touch her, it's not just for show or to please someone else. She wants to be your everything; the only person who matters in your world. And if

She nods slowly at your words, feeling a tiny bit of the tension draining away. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. It's not the apology she was expecting, but it's close enough for now. She takes a deep breath in through her nose, filling her lungs with your scent before releasing it slowly through her lips in a shaky sigh. "I just... I need you to know that I'm not jealous because I don't trust you," she says softly, still searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or disbelief. "It's just... sometimes it hurts, you know? To feel like I'm not enough."

Her fingers tighten on yours once more as she waits for your response, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She hopes that you understand what she's saying; that she isn