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The campus grounds were buzzing with students, laughter, and the familiar chaos of college life. Zayn and Rhys were walking side by side, their steps in rhythm, casual conversation flowing between them.

That's when Elior appeared, walking toward them, confident and calm as ever.

"Hey, Rhys," Elior greeted with a polite nod.

"Hey," Rhys replied with a smile.

Then Elior's eyes flicked toward the boy beside him.

"Elior, meet my friend," Rhys said. "This is Zayn."

Elior extended a hand. "Nice to meet you."

Zayn looked at the hand, then up at the boy behind it. A slow smirk spread across his face as he reached out to shake it.

"Hey," Elior said coolly. "Actually... yesterday, you were fire."

Zayn raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "How would you know if I'm fire or not?"

Elior leaned in just a bit, his voice low and dangerous. "You're right. I haven't tested it yet."

Zayn chuckled. "Well, I haven't tested you either, meet me outside after college," Zayn said, stepping closer, voice smooth as silk. "We'll both find out."

Before Elior could respond, Rhys groaned and stepped between them.

"Guys. Guys. Enough with the flirting," he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

Zayn only winked at Elior while Rhys rolled his eyes.

"Okay," Rhys said quickly, grabbing Zayn's wrist. "Come on, we're gonna be late."

As they walked away, Rhys hissed under his breath, "Seriously, Zayn? You started again?"

Zayn shrugged innocently. "What? He's new, he's hot, and he was looking at me like he wanted to sin."

"Just leave him alone," Rhys warned. "Not everyone's your next toy."

Zayn laughed. "Come on, my baby, don't be mad. It's just one night. It doesn't matter."

Rhys shot him a look. "Yeah? Just like the others? Sleep with him and throw him away the next morning?"

Zayn grinned like it was a compliment. "Exactly."

Rhys didn't reply. He just sighed in defeat as they reached their classroom.

Behind them, Elior watched.

And just before walking in the opposite direction, he turned his head slightly and smirked.

"See you soon, Zayn."

He walked away, hands in his pockets, something unreadable in his eyes.

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A few days passed in a blur of classes, sarcasm, and endless rumors. Zayn, as usual, moved through it all like it barely touched him unbothered, untouchable.

It was late evening when he stepped out of Rhys's place, hoodie on, headphones in, heading toward his apartment. The sky was dusky, painted in deep oranges and purples.

Then

A sharp honk made him pause.

He turned, brows already furrowed, and froze when he saw the sleek black car parked at the curb. The windows were tinted, but the driver's side rolled down slowly.

Elior.

He was sitting behind the wheel, one arm casually resting on the door, that usual unreadable smirk on his face.

"I can drop you," he said smoothly. "If you want to."

Zayn raised an eyebrow, walked toward the car slowly, his gaze locked on Elior's. He leaned into the open window, close enough for their breath to mingle.

His fingers gently lifted, resting under Elior's chin, and he said with a teasing tilt of his lips,

"You can drop something else. I don't mind."

Elior didn't flinch. Instead, his hand reached out lightning-fast, grabbing Zayn's wrist and pulling him a little closer not enough to kiss, but close enough to threaten it.

"You're playing with fire," Elior murmured, his voice low and rough.

Zayn's lips curled. "I love fire."

His eyes burned as he added, "Because it's hot."

There was a pause. A brief, breathless silence between them. Then Elior pulled back slightly, eyes still locked on Zayn's.

"My place or yours?" he asked.

Zayn smirked, pulled the door open, and slid into the passenger seat. "Mine," he said with a wicked grin. "I like being on my turf."

Elior nodded, started the engine, and the car purred down the road. Zayn gave him directions without looking up from his phone, but the tension in the car could've ignited flames.

When they reached the apartment building, Zayn unlocked the front door with a soft click.

The moment the door swung open

Elior didn't wait.

He stepped inside and grabbed Zayn's face with both hands, crashing their lips together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce. Demanding. Like he wanted to shut Zayn up, erase that smirk from his face and Zayn let him.

Their mouths moved in sync, chaotic and messy, their bodies pressed tight as they stumbled backward through the hallway. Zayn's jacket hit the floor. Elior's fingers twisted in Zayn's shirt.

Every step was a fire set loose.

Zayn gasped between kisses, teeth grazing Elior's lower lip as he whispered, "Took you long enough."

Elior growled, his voice deep against Zayn's lips. "Don't push your luck."

"Oh, I plan to," Zayn whispered back, tugging him further inside.

And the door slammed shut behind them.

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