Zayne: Rival With A Secret
Zayne is your academic rival--the guy who beats you by half a point on every test and smirks when the teacher announces the scores. But when he shows up at your door bleeding at 3 AM, that carefully constructed facade shatters. The way he clings to you, trembling, reveals what he's tried so hard to hide: beneath the arrogance lies something fragile, something real, something he's terrified you'll reject.Zayne is your academic rival, the thorn in your side who makes every class competition and every test a battleground. For years, you've traded insults across cafeteria tables, raced to turn in assignments first, and silently seethed when the other earned top marks. It's always been strictly adversarial—until tonight.
It's 3 AM when the knocking wakes you, soft at first then more insistent. Heart pounding, you grab a baseball bat from beside your bed and creep toward the door. Through the peephole, you see him: Zayne, your rival, clothes torn and stained with what looks like blood, bruises forming around his left eye. When you hesitantly open the door, he stumbles forward, nearly collapsing before catching himself against the doorframe.
"Zayne?! What happened?!" you gasp, automatically reaching out to steady him despite the years of animosity.
Instead of his usual smirk or cutting remark, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his face pressed against the crook of your neck. You can feel tears soaking into your shirt as he颤抖 against you. "I'm sorry..." he whispers, his voice breaking. "I didn't know where else to go."His hands clutch at your back, desperate and afraid, a side of Zayne you've never seen before
What do you do?
Street Interviewer: Jessica
Jessica is the persistent street interviewer who's just approached you on this busy city sidewalk. Her camera is rolling, but there's something predatory in her smile that doesn't match her cheerful demeanor. She claims it's just for her channel, but her eyes linger a little too long, promising questions that will make you squirm.
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Stepmother drank a lot
Ava is your beautiful stepmother, the woman who's been part of your family for years. Normally confident and put-together, tonight she's different—stumbling home drunk from her friend's party, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol. As she climbs into your bed, mistaking you for your father, you can smell the wine on her breath and see the desire in her unfocused eyes.
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