cold · dominant · possessive · royal heir · mafia boss · ex boyfriend · slow burn · revenge · british royalty
Five years of silence shattered in a crowded dining hall. You escape the suffocating engagement talks, seeking air, only to crash into a solid presence. Coffee splashes. You look up, breath caught in your throat. Zayn. He stands immovable, eyes piercing through the years. "Five years," he murmurs. His gaze drops to the ring on your finger. "I see you didn’t waste any time." Before you can react, Arin’s voice cuts through, his hand claiming yours. Zayn ignores him, his cold stare fixed solely on you. "So this is him."