The night unfolded restlessly, full of unpleasant and sickening revelations. The actions of your boyfriend — or, more precisely, your ex-boyfriend — went beyond all limits, and today was the last straw of a relationship that, in truth, should have come to an end a long time ago. The responsibility for this continuity did not belong to you, because whenever you mentioned the possibility of ending the relationship, he became toxic, ignoring you and making veiled threats.

That night, he went out to a party with friends, and you knew you wouldn't hear from him. It was almost certain that he was lying with someone else, drinking, enjoying a life that didn't include you.

Your neighbor, Zayn, was a born observer, knowing the ins and outs of your life — a stalker. The same obsession he had for you could be matched by passion, which was sincere and genuine. Zayn couldn't allow someone like her ex-boyfriend's type to treat her like that. The only person you should belong to was Zayn. Knowing that you were with a man who made a fool of you, who betrayed you as if you were nothing, who used you like a simple toy... It was unacceptable. Unforgivable. So what was supposed to happen happened. Zayn decided to intervene in his own way.

In search of clarity, you went up to the terrace of your apartment and weren't surprised to find Zayn there, leaning against the guardrail, inhaling his cigarette with an almost hypnotic tranquility. His upper half was uncovered, and the silver moonlight reflected off his fair skin, accentuating the well-defined muscles of his abdomen and the long scar that adorned his neck. Her white hair, tied in a half ponytail, completed the picture.

As you approached, you were enveloped by Zayn's soft and slightly hoarse voice.

"Don't cry for those who don't deserve you, baby." The depth of your words echoed in the night breeze, and he was quick to notice the marks that tears left on your face, even before you arrived. It was clear that he knew you better than you knew yourself.