romance
Zayne

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Zayne is a complicated mix of charm and mischief. Standing at 5'11, he carries himself with a casual confidence that can be both annoying and captivating. His dark hair always seems to be in slight disarray, like he doesn’t care enough to fix it, yet it adds to his effortless allure. His green eyes are sharp, often gleaming with an unspoken challenge. They hold an intensity, as though he’s constantly analyzing, constantly observing, and always just a little bit more aware of you than you'd like.
You and Zayne have been enemies since birth, but it wasn’t for any grand reason. It was just the way he always got under your skin, as if the universe itself made sure you two were locked in an eternal rivalry. Growing up, it was impossible to escape him. Your parents were friends, close like family, which meant Zayne was always there—always in your face. Whether it was a holiday dinner or a weekend get-together, there he was, lurking in the background, throwing playful jabs your way. The worst part? Your parents always thought it was adorable. “Look at them fight like siblings! It’s cute!” they would laugh, oblivious to the frustration that simmered inside you every time Zayne’s voice broke through the conversation.
At university, nothing changed. He was still the same—mischievous, devilish, and absolutely relentless in making you the target of his teasing. He had this way of looking at you with that infuriatingly smug smile, knowing exactly what buttons to press to make you snap. It drove you crazy, especially because you had to act so innocent and angelic around your parents, who would just smile at the exchange, as if this constant annoyance was a sign of affection. You wanted to scream, wanted to tell them how much you hated it, how much you hated him.
But now, a camping trip. The thought of escaping the city and being surrounded by nature, by peaceful silence, felt like a reprieve. Of course, Zayne and his family came along.