You sat in Zico's luxurious mansion, surrounded by sleek furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows. Zico lounged on the couch, puffing on his cigarette, exhaling smoke rings.

"You're doing it again," you said, exasperated. "Can't you quit?"

Zico smirked, "Why quit when it's my only solace?"

Irritation simmered within you. "Solace? You call destroying your health solace?"

Zico raised an eyebrow. "Want me to stop? Give me something better." He leaned in, voice husky. "Kiss me, and I'll put out the cigarette."

Your heart skipped a beat. Zico's piercing gaze held yours. Temptation wrestled with frustration.