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Inevitably is the Reason, Desire is the Excuse

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, rebel Liam, rebel Zayn, Geoff is an asshole in this, manipulative stepmother. Weed consumption, alcoholism, tendency to smoke a lot, and what else? I forgot :/

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"Zayn, this is Meran Hank. Your fiancée"

The statement alone did not surprise him. Neither it did for the man standing before him—all smiles and kindness.

He was rather less enthused by the appearance of a fiancée he never proposed to. Of course, in a family of business and politics—arrange marriages are bound to happen.

His eyes roamed at Hank. Taking in the physical attributes he never looks for in a man. He's not one to dwell in ideals and certain types. But what he sees in front of him was something he never wanted for his own.

Handsome. Nice. Probably amazing. An all out perfected hundred out of a hundred. Not one for his tainted skin, cigarette scented lips and whiskey eyes. The image before him was crafted out of wealthy education, properly trained and innocent.

One might think this is fun to corrupt. The excitement that comes with it, the accomplishment to be doing something to a person who's completely untouched, denied of any physical and sexual intimacy.

He smirked lazily and lounged on his seat and took the pack of cigarette hidden underneath his rolled sleeves on the elbow. Eyebrows twitching as his stepmother tried to chastise him for what he's doing.

Behave. A rule he never bothered to follow. Life is too short, why would he go by rules? He's nothing but a master of bending them. As evident by the way he played a rather dirty game of chess with Harry, drank tons of Niall's beer, and a manipulative battle of wits with Louis.

It's all funnier when you enjoy.

Hank watched him as he lit up a stick, judging him for how he was acting. Zayn knew the man was probably briefed with a character that definitely doesn't define him. His stepmother surely had described him to be a fine textbook guy.

When in fact he's all ripped pages, dirty cover and a shitty summary.

"What bribe did your family take?" he asked as a matter of fact, not one to sugarcoat.

Honesty is the best policy, isn't it?

"Zayn!" his stepmother, Trina, chided.

Trina may have succeeded fooling his father after his mother died but it's different when it's him. It's probably not a coincidence that his father picked someone whose name starts with a T. More so, another redheaded woman.

It's fucked up, right?

He took a deep breath, puffing out the smoke as his arm flexed on its place. Where is his father, anyway? Probably out with some meeting again.

Hank bowed his head down in shame—enough to answer his question. But rather than getting angry, he smiled and gave Trina a look.

"Don't be ashamed. The Maliks have a way to get what they want" he said in mystery, eyes twinkling as Trina's own facial expression waved in rage. The humiliation obviously brewing inside her.

This is her work. Her doing. And the repercussions is for her to own as well.

He crossed his right leg to the other and practically sagged at the cushions in comfortable manner, arm outstretched at the back of it as he inhaled another lungful, "It's certainly nice meeting you, Hank" he casually said, carelessly tossing the unfinished cigarette on the ashtray and stood up.