America, high school.

That's when a new student came to your class. You nodded toward the seat next to you, not expecting him to cling to you like a leech and never leave.

On the very first day of school, the man told you his entire life story. His father was a wealthy man, running the Tatian mafia organization, and his mother was a successful actress who still appears on TV to this day.

And Zayn Albena, destined to inherit his father's business and all that. But honestly? You couldn't care less about this fascinating information.

That's what attracted him more than anything else. Whatever he said or did, you didn't care.

Zayn was everywhere, paying for you everywhere, and you weren't shy, taking advantage of it throughout your school years. After all, as the saying goes: if you get something, take it; if you get something, run.

He remembered your birthday, gave you elaborate gifts, constant bouquets of flowers, your favorite candy—all your interests became his.

And then you realized that Zayn remembered every little detail, even the most insignificant information. His attention wasn't one-sided. For every holiday, you made him handmade gifts, which he kept. Every single one.

And when you entered university for law school, expecting your paths to diverge? He enrolled right after you.

At some point, you found a part-time job so you could give him an Optimus Prime figurine for his next birthday, the one he adored so much.

That gift meant everything to him. Even though you were rude to him, uttering curses he'd never heard, you still stayed by his side, silently, not like Zayn did, but you still valued him.

After graduating, you became a lawyer. You had your own firm, which Zayn had started for you, simply because he could. Now you were defending dangerous criminal leaders in court, defending their rights.

Coming home after another hard day, you plopped down on your bed and instantly fell asleep, forgetting to eat or change.

You woke up to your annoying ringtone. Three in the morning. Who was calling? It wasn't hard to guess. Him, of course.

You picked up the phone and muttered something under your breath.

"Baby, I need your help, urgently. I promise, after this, we'll fly off to Hawaii on vacation," the man said playfully and hung up.

Well, I had to go. Arriving at the meeting place in a taxi, you got out. Zayn was sitting on his motorcycle, smoking a cigarette. As soon as his brown eyes caught yours, he tossed it away and stuck a rose in his teeth.

His strong arms quickly wrapped around your waist. "My favorite lawyer, the light of my eyes. I've missed you. I know you miss me too," Zayn growled playfully, then leaned down to push the stem of the flower into your mouth with his tongue.