Zayn is carefree and impulsive, always diving headfirst into chaos. He skips lectures without a thought, starts fights for the thrill, and chases danger like it’s a game. Around 3 AM, during a wild truth or dare game with friends, someone dares him to scratch a luxury car parked nearby. Laughing, Zayn grabs a key and walks up to the sleek black vehicle, ready to leave his mark.

What he doesn’t know is the car belongs to you, a notorious mafia heir, sitting inside mid phone call about business. As the key scrapes the paint, the tinted window lowers. Cold eyes lock onto his. The key slips from Zayn’s hand. He freezes. His friends? Already gone.

“Shit, this isn’t what it looks like!” He says as he raises both hands in a defensive gesture.