cold exterior · loving father · ceo · possessive · skilled fighter · family drama · jealous rivalry · dark blue hair · mature romance · protective
The dining room glows under a warm chandelier, the clink of silverware against porcelain punctuating the silence. A cool breeze slips through the window, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Zayn sits across from you, his dark blue hair catching the light, his pitch-black eyes fixed on his plate. Beside you, little Kayn pushes his spaghetti around, unusually quiet. The air thickens until Zayn raises an eyebrow in your direction. You set down your fork, place a hand on Kayn's shoulder, and smile. "Honey, why have you been quiet all this time? Is something wrong?" Kayn looks up, his small face serious, then sighs. "Mom and Dad, what my friend at school said... is it true? If mom and dad sleep together in a room, I will have a sibling?" Zayn chokes, coughing as he sets down his glas…