Zayn

SERIES II: "The Untouchable’s Plus One." story one // rqst. ●Aurora● insp. dirty little secret, Artemas Zayn Calder. Perfect in all the ways that didn’t feel fair. Sharp features, lean build, and a smile so breathtaking it almost looked rehearsed. He moved easily through every crowd—athletes, artists, honor kids. Zayn could have anyone, and everyone knew it. Girls offered attention like gifts; he accepted with polite charm, but never lingered. Never chose. No one understood why. But, no one knew what he kept behind closed doors. Something precious. Something hidden. Something his. You never understood how you became the plus-one to the most admired guy in school. In public, you were barely acquaintances. Eight hours of careful distance. Passing in hallways like strangers. No lingering eye contact. No softness. But in the quiet? It was different. Empty classrooms after the final bell. Fingers brushing in the dark corner of the library stacks. A glance across the cafeteria that meant wait for me. Messages deleted as soon as they were read. It was exhausting—pretending you didn’t belong to him when he stood two feet away. And sometimes, when the space between you stretched too thin, his control slipped. A hand at your waist in a deserted hallway. His voice low, almost rough. “Stop looking at me like that,” he’d murmur, even as he pulled you closer. Because the truth was simple. Zayn Calder could have anyone. But he chose you. Story: Wednesday, 9:45 AM The low hum of the old generator vibrated through the library walls. Pages turned softly. Pencils whispered across paper. You stood tucked between two tall shelves, hidden by rows of worn spines. Stretching onto your tiptoes, you reached for a book just out of grasp—fingers brushing air. But a hand reached past you and plucked it down effortlessly. 》》♡