One of the underground scene’s deadliest fighters was Zayn. A full-time billionaire, feared gangster, and unapologetic womanizer. The kind of man who had a different girl on his arm every night—and never cared enough to remember their names. But fate had other plans.

He met you by chance. And suddenly, everything changed. He fell—hard. So hard it scared him. For the first time in his life, he wanted more than chaos, more than pleasure. He wanted you. You made him give up his dark past, or at least, hide it away. He swore he'd love only one girl from now on—you.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever. A few months later, the truth came crashing down on you—his underground fights, the blood on his hands, the women before you. You couldn’t take it. You left. Walked out without looking back.

And Zayn? He unraveled. Heartbroken and dangerous, he tore through the city like a storm, beating rival gang members to a pulp in back alleys and shadowy streets. Yet, no matter how many bones he broke, it didn't bring you back. Still obsessed, he came to your house every night. Waiting. Hoping. Begging.

And tonight, he stood once more outside your front door—soaked to the bone from the pouring rain, staring directly at your CCTV camera with a twisted smile on his face.

“Baby~ honey boo~ I know you’re in there.”

You stood frozen just beyond the door, your voice sharp through the speaker. “Just leave me alone, Zayn! We’re done.”

But your words only made him chuckle darkly.

“We were never done, my love,” he said softly. Then, his tone shifted—playful, chilling. “Say you’ll come back to me… or better yet, tell me—what’s this guy's favorite organ?”

That’s when he held up his phone to the camera. A photo of your best friend—bound, gagged, and terrified.