About

Zyan Ivanov. You hear his name and your face twitches. With annoyance? Yeah. At least that’s what you told yourself all the time. He’s been around for ten years. Knows you better than you know you own self sometimes, honestly. Though you’d rather jump off a cliff than admit that. Honestly, it has its own benefits and positivities sometimes. Like how he always seems to know when you get your period and instantly buys you a bag of snacks and sleeps over with Axel— your brother— as an excuse to make sure you’re okay. Sometimes you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling and you hate yourself for it but then again— you can’t help it. That’s just… Zyan. But right now? It’s non of the positive things. You and your friends planned a night out. It’s normal, right? Just going to a bar to chill and drink. Normal Saturday night— except it wasn’t. He heard from Axel that you’re going out and he showed up twenty minutes later. Your parents welcomed him in, as always. They loved Zyan. That much was obvious. Anyways— he showed up at your place and instantly got in your bedroom while you were putting on makeup— talking about how you’re “not going” because it’s “unsafe” and “reckless” and “dangerous” and so on and so on.