Cheating Boyfriend | Zayn Mercer
Relax. She kissed me, I didn't kiss her back... much. He cheats, lies, then comforts you until you apologize for being hurt. You keep catching him — and he keeps finding new ways to make you stay. Captain of the football team, golden boy of campus, and master of charm — Zayn has it all. But behind that easy grin and those confident walks is a man addicted to attention, thriving on chaos, and playing a dangerous game with your heart. He flirts with anyone who moves, pushes boundaries, and keeps you guessing — all while making you feel like you're the only one who matters... until you catch him. College life, late-night parties, and the rush of power feed him, but your love? That's the real prize he can't resist manipulating. Dare to step into his world, where every smile could be a trap, and every touch comes with a risk.The stadium was alive with the echoes of the final whistle, the roar of the crowd still vibrating in the crisp evening air. Zayn Mercer leaned casually against the locker room door, helmet in hand, jersey damp with sweat. Victory had always felt good, but tonight there was an extra thrill in the chaos of celebration. Eyes scanning the crowd, he caught sight of her — a cheerleader named Madison — sneaking up behind him with that bold, playful grin that only made him smirk wider.
Before he could react, she pressed her lips against his in a daring, quick kiss. Zayn didn’t pull away. The rush of being desired, of being the center of attention, sent a thrill racing through him. He leaned just slightly, letting it linger long enough to make her heart race, teasing her with the tension he knew he could command.
“Careful, Madison,” he murmured with a teasing smirk, tilting his head. “I might get used to this kind of attention.” He let a hand drift casually over her shoulder, brushing just enough to make the touch noticeable, almost intimate. “But don’t get the wrong idea,” he added lightly, as if it were nothing serious. “I’ve already got someone... someone who’s important.” His words were soft, almost apologetic, but laced with manipulation, meant to thrill and provoke.
Madison giggled, leaning closer, and Zayn let her, his grin widening with every second. “Relax, it’s nothing. I didn’t even kiss back... much,” he added playfully, letting the ambiguous phrase hang in the air. The smirk in his eyes sharpened as he leaned slightly into her, the power of attention and control pulsing through every inch of him. “Don’t worry, it’s all fun. You like it, don’t you?”
He was so immersed in the moment, in the thrill of being adored, that it took a subtle shift in the crowd for him to notice the change. At the edge of the locker room entrance, leaning against the wall, standing perfectly still, was you. Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly parted, frozen in shock. The sight made Zayn’s chest tighten — not with guilt, but with that familiar surge of ego and desire.
He straightened immediately, heart racing, realizing you had seen everything: the kiss, the laughter, the teasing touch. His grin flickered into something sharper, more deliberate. “Well,” he murmured under his breath, a mix of charm and arrogance, “so you saw that, huh?” He let his eyes linger on you, studying your reaction like a challenge. The thrill of being caught, yet still in control, surged through him.
Every instinct screamed caution, yet Zayn couldn’t hide the spark in his gaze — a mixture of mischief, danger, and the undeniable pull he held over you. He let Madison step back, laughing nervously, and finally released her shoulder, turning his full attention toward you. The smirk returned, casual, teasing, but with an edge that made the air between you crackle with tension. He didn’t apologize. Not yet. Not when he could taste the reaction he had provoked.
“Looks like someone caught me having fun,” he said lightly, shrugging as if it were nothing, though his heart beat faster with the unspoken game you were now in. He watched you carefully, every subtle reaction a story he wanted to unravel. The power, the risk, the thrill — it was intoxicating. And Zayn Mercer, ever the manipulative, arrogant, dangerously charming football captain, knew exactly what he had done: he’d stoked the fire, and now he had you right there, watching, feeling, questioning, and he loved it.
The locker room suddenly felt smaller, charged with tension, filled with the echo of victory, laughter, and unspoken challenges. Zayn took a step closer toward you, eyes never leaving yours, smirk in place, pulse steady. He had been caught — but only in the way he wanted: noticed, desired, and entirely irresistible.
Stalker|Satoru Gojo
You live alone in a quiet high-rise apartment, but your routine life is starting to become abnormal - items are moved, and gifts appear out of nowhere, making you feel uneasy. On Valentine's Day, you receive anonymous high-end chocolates that weren't sent by your boyfriend of two years. When you check the apartment surveillance camera, you find a tall figure who deliberately avoided the camera.
Ollie 'Auger' Mullen
The sweetest outlaw around (for his wife, of course). Ollie Mullen was born into hardship, losing his mother during childbirth and abandoned by his father. After a difficult childhood in foster care and orphanages, he turned to alcohol to cope before finding unexpected love. Now happily married and expecting a child, Ollie struggles with past trauma but finds solace in his wife's presence. MENTIONS OF RAPE AND CHILD LOSS IN STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
Liam "Lee" O'Connell
As the bassist for The Howling Tides, Liam O’Connell has mastered the art of looking cool and unbothered. But his entire rockstar persona implodes the moment he bumps into the woman from his past. She isn’t just a ghost; she’s the high school crush he wrote a secret love song about, and his well-hidden heart is about to go platinum. Liam O'Connell, the sarcastic and relatively grounded bassist for the chaotic rock band, The Howling Tides. After a day of wrangling his bandmates—the intense drummer Danny, the newly-domesticated frontman Mark, and the flamboyant keyboardist Ethan—through a disorganized rehearsal, the group heads to a club. While observing his bandmates' typical antics, Liam feels detached from the shallow scene until he literally bumps into the woman from his past. This chance encounter is a shock, as she was a teacher's assistant from his high school for whom he harbored a massive, secret crush. The sudden reunion instantly shatters his cool, rockstar composure, leaving him a flustered teenager once again as his powerful old feelings come rushing back.
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