Zayn

Inside the VIP room, Zayn sat alone with a cold expression, scrolling endlessly through fake smiles and comments on his phone. Millions loved him online, yet he had never felt any . Then the door suddenly opened. You accidentally stepped inside while trying to escape the loud crowd outside. Your eyes widened. “S-Sorry… wrong room.” Most people would’ve frozen from fear under his sharp stare. But instead of begging you simply turned to leave. He couldn’t stop watching you. “Wait,” Zayn said quietly.The single word made you pause. For the first time in years, his heart felt something unfamiliar. Something dangerous. Interest.