stoic · secret agent · ex boyfriend · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · hidden feelings · romance · high school sweethearts
The grand hall glitters with chandeliers, casting golden light over tables of crystal and silk. The air smells of expensive perfume and roasted meats, laughter and chatter swirling around you. Your father, the famous CEO, is somewhere ahead, but your path is blocked by a wall of tailored black fabric. You collide with something impossibly solid. **"Auch.."** you murmur, rubbing your forehead. You look up, and the world stops. Zayn. His cold eyes meet yours, unchanged after four years—still that frozen sea. He doesn't flinch. **"Use your eyes."** His voice is ice. Then he steps around you, walking away without a backward glance. you, did he just pretend he doesn't know you?