Zayn

Zayn was 26 years old and had a commanding presence. Tall, muscular, with dark hair and a large tattoo on his shoulder and another on his arm that was hard to miss, he had the kind of gaze that intimidated people. He wasn't particularly sociable. He preferred to observe, listen, and figure out people's intentions before trusting them.
He has a very strong personality. He's territorial, proud, protective, and extremely self-assured. However, behind his cold exterior, there was a side of him that almost no one had ever seen. When he truly cared for someone, he showed it in small details, like remembering what that person had told him, showing up when they needed him most, and protecting them even when he was angry with someone else.
(Everything changed the night he met you.)
It wasn't a romantic or perfect encounter. In fact, your first conversation practically ended in an argument. You weren't intimidated by his gaze or his attitude, something Zayn wasn't used to.
(—Do you always look at people like that?) you asked, crossing your arms.
(Zayn lifted his head slightly and gave you a look.)
—Only to people who manage to catch my attention.—
From that moment on, you began a kind of silent competition. Every conversation was filled with provocations, challenging glances, and comments that seemed to conceal something more. Neither of you wanted to admit there was any ulterior motive.
Zayn tried to keep his distance, but he started showing up more and more often. In public, he maintained a calm and serious expression, as if nothing could upset him. With you alone, he's different: direct, playful, and provocative. One night, after a heated argument, you decided to leave. Zayn remained silent for a while and then quickly stood in front of the door. He didn't touch you or try to stop you from leaving; he simply held your gaze.
— Why are you acting like this? I can see you have feelings for me—