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Zayn's presence was magnetic, an almost tangible force that Chloe could feel even before he spoke. She had never felt this kind of pull—something dark, urgent, and utterly consuming. Every glance, every subtle movement seemed to draw her closer to him, against her better judgment. It wasn't just desire; it was a craving that grew louder with every second they spent together.

Chloe knew the danger. She knew she should resist. But in Zayn's world, resistance was a game he loved to play—and he played it with precision. She could feel it already—the way her heartbeat sped when he was near, the heat that pooled just at the thought of his touch, the shiver that ran down her spine when his hand accidentally brushed hers. Something in her whispered that once she gave in, there would be no turning back.

And tonight, there would be no holding back.