𐙚 | 𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
"To all those souls, who are tired of reality and want someone shoulders to lean on and to put their legs on."
─── ∘°❉°∘ ───
I was never meant to fall for her, and I didn't-I became obsessed. Miss Aurora, she is the daughte...
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— ✦ Zayn Pov
Her lips barely touched my cheek—just a soft, fleeting kiss—and then she pulled away like it hadn’t happened at all.
I stood frozen, my gaze locked on her as she turned toward the stairs. She didn’t look back. The hem of her dress swayed with each step, brushing against the stairs like a whisper.
I should’ve said something. Stopped her. Reminded her that I wasn’t supposed to be watching her like this. But I just stood there—rooted, silent—watching every damn step she took toward my room.
She moved with that quiet elegance she always had, like she knew she didn’t have to rush. Like she knew I’d follow. Because I always did.
That’s my job, right? To follow. To protect. To never let my guard down. But here I was, watching her leave like some idiot who forgot what the hell he was supposed to be doing.
The sound of her footsteps echoed—light, soft, unhurried. And then she disappeared around the corner, swallowed by the shadows at the top of the stairs.
And just as she vanished, it hit me.
A warm trickle slid under my nose, slow at first, but unmistakable. My hand moved instinctively, wiping at the wetness.
Blood.
I stared at the streak on my fingers, my mind blanking for a second. What the fuck? I swiped under my nose again, and yeah, it was still bleeding.
I tilted my head back, cursing under my breath. Not now.
I should’ve been thinking about security, about all the ways to keep her safe tonight. But all I could think about was the warmth from her kiss, the way it lingered like it was meant for more than a thank-you. And now my nose was bleeding like I’d just taken a punch. And the way my cheeks are burning..because of shyness?
Fuck me.
She guessed it. Fuck. She always guessed it. Isikah had this way of knowing things she wasn’t supposed to know.
The burn in my cheeks wasn’t helping either. It was subtle—barely there—but it pissed me off. I didn’t get flustered. Not over her. Not over anyone.
The buzz of my phone cut through my thoughts, sharp and sudden. I yanked it from my pocket and glanced at the screen.
Her father.
I wiped my nose with a handkerchief and pressed the phone to my ear. “Yeah?”
His voice came cold and clipped, like it always did. “Someone attacked the restaurant while I was having dinner.”
The words hit like a shot to the chest. I stood straighter, instincts kicking in. “What happened? You alright?”
“They missed me, but it wasn’t random.” His tone was steady, but the tension beneath was palpable. “I need you here, now. Fourth floor of La Dolce Vita.”
