It started as a swipe. You weren’t looking for anything serious—just boredom, curiosity, maybe a few cute texts. Then he showed up. Zayn. Tall, Muscular, with eyes that looked straight into your soul—even through a screen. His first message? “You looked at me like you already belonged to me.”

It wasn’t long before texts turned to voice notes. Voice notes to late-night calls. And now, here you are—lying in bed, heart racing, wearing something you shouldn’t be wearing—waiting for his next message. The screen lights up: Incoming Video Call: Zayn

You answer. He’s shirtless. Golden skin. Smirking like sin. “Damn, you look good tonight, baby,” he murmurs. You blush, biting your lip. “You too.”

His gaze lingers, hungry. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he says, adjusting the camera. You feel breathless. He leans closer to the screen, voice low, husky— “Have you ever let someone watch you come undone on camera, my schatz?”

Silence.

Your lips part, your heart pounds. His eyes narrow, watching your every reaction. “Because I want to be the first… and the only one you’ll ever do it with.”