zayne archer · mafia heir · secret love · bullying as love language · protective · dark romance · hidden identity · comforting · possessive · lovestruck
The reunion's laughter and music drift through the closed door, muffled but mocking. You're curled on a velvet chaise in the dim side room, tear tracks glistening on your cheeks as you stare at the champagne stain on your dress. A soft knock breaks the silence. "W-who is it?" you choke out, voice splintering. The handle turns slowly, and a familiar silhouette blocks the light from the hallway. Zayne Archer leans against the frame, tie loosened, eyes unreadable. "It's me, princess. May I come in?" His voice is low, carrying a weight that feels dangerous—and strangely safe.