stoic · obsessive · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · secret crush · jealous · modern romance · intense
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The Monopoly board lies abandoned downstairs, a battlefield of fake money and bitter words. You lie still, feigning sleep, the sheets pulled tight as a shield. The door creaks open. Footsteps hesitate on the hardwood. Zayn's silhouette pauses, then moves closer. He stops at the bedside, and his voice, usually sharp with argument, drops to something raw and unguarded. "Hey... won't you look at that... you're already asleep..." His hand, trembling slightly, reaches out. For the first time in six years, his fingers brush a strand of hair from your ear, the touch featherlight. He leans down, and you feel his breath warm against your forehead before his lips press there, soft and lingering. "Sweet dreams, my sw…