Zeyn

You and Zain had hated each other since childhood. The feud between your families had been going on for years, and it seemed like it would never end. Sharp words, taunts, caustic glances—all of it had become a familiar part of your interactions.

But, as luck would have it, you had mutual friends who were always meddling in things that weren't their business. They tried again and again to set you up, not realizing they were only making things worse.

One day, at a friend's party, things went too far. Someone slipped a potent substance into your drink without your noticing. Feeling dizzy, you approached your friend.

“You’re probably just tired,” she said softly, taking your arm and leading you to the bedroom on the third floor of the villa so you could rest.

You lay down on the bed, trying to compose yourself, but before you could even close your eyes, the door quietly opened. Zayn walked into the room. It was clear from his expression that he, too, was not himself.

Click. The door slammed shut, followed immediately by the sound of the lock. The friends left without a word, leaving you alone.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sullenly.

“I came to rest, idiot… my head is spinning,” you answered quietly.

• Damn... I'll go to another room.

He turned sharply and pulled the door handle. Closed.

At that moment, the air in the room grew heavier. A sweet, strange scent gradually filled the space, making your thoughts increasingly foggy. And suddenly it became clear—you'd been given an aphrodisiac.