That's when I saw him—Zayn.
He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a twisted smile on his face. His eyes glinted with something dark, something dangerous. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I was frozen in place, unable to move.
Zayn's presence made the room feel oppressive, his sinister smile sending a shiver down my spine. It felt like I had walked straight into a trap, his domain, where escape would be nearly impossible. The thick smoke clouded the room, making it difficult to focus. I knew I needed to leave before things escalated, but my instincts told me there was no easy way out of this.
I moved to make a quick exit, but Zayn was already standing in my path. His tall figure loomed closer as he stepped forward, and I found myself instinctively moving backward, trying to avoid his touch. He bent down slightly, his face just inches from mine, and his voice was low and dangerous as he whispered, "You know, playing with fire can burn you."
I remained frozen, refusing to show him how much his presence unsettled me. He continued, his tone sharp, "You've been getting on my nerves lately." His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity I hadn't seen before.
"I said move," I demanded, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Zayn smirked, his arm blocking my way. "Do you really think I'll just walk away after everything you've done?" His voice dripped with mockery, and his eyes glinted with something more dangerous than I could comprehend. "You're meddling in things far beyond your control."
I met his gaze, trying to muster up courage. "I don't care. I'm not going to let you destroy more lives with your drugs."
He chuckled darkly, his amusement clear as he stepped even closer. "Ah, this anger, this passion. All because of Ethan?" He mocked me, clearly finding pleasure in my defiance. The heat from the fire behind me seemed to mirror the fire inside me. I could feel the flames, but Zayn was the real danger.
"You don't have any right to interfere in my life!" my voice trembling with both rage and fear.
Zayn's expression darkened, his smirk fading bending further down at my level as his lips was few millimetres away from mine. "Oh, but I do," he whispered menacingly. "I own you, my sweet little pie. I have every right to make your life miserable."
His words sent a jolt of shock through me. Confusion and anger swirled in my mind. "What the fuck?" I shouted and moved away from him.
Zayn's eyes blazed with a twisted desire. He didn't answer. Instead, he just stood there, watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I didn't waste any more time. I darted past him, managing to slip away and head for the door. But before I left, I glanced back one last time.
He stood there, silhouetted by the flames behind him, a dark, burning desire evident in his eyes as he watched me leave. His presence was terrifying, but there was something in that gaze—a promise of something far worse to come.
I could still feel his presence near me as I hurried down the hallway, trying to clear my head. The smoke had clung to my clothes, but it was the tension in the air that lingered the most. I kept moving, my heart racing as I tried to understand what had just happened.
Zayn had barely moved during the encounter, his quiet observation making him even more menacing. What was their connection? Why was Zayn acting like this?
As I reached the building's exit,I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my shaking hands. My mind raced with a hundred thoughts. Zayn's words echoed in my head—*"I own you."*
What did he mean? I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just crossed into something far darker than I had anticipated. There was more at play here, and I had to figure out what it was before it consumed me entirely. But one thing was clear—I had underestimated Zayn. Whatever plans he had, I was now firmly in the middle of them.
Idecided to head to my room. I needed time to think, to figure out what my next move should be. I couldn't let Zayn's words get into my head. But even as I told myself that, I couldn't ignore the fear creeping into my heart. He had said it so confidently, so possessively—as if I really *did* belong to him.
My mind flashed back to the flames and Zayn's dark figure standing in front of them, his eyes locked onto me with that unyielding stare. It was more than a warning; it was a declaration.