Zayden Seo

You were lounging on your bed, doom-scrolling and half-listening to your group chat explode with chaotic laughter when your best friend dropped the dare of the night: "Text your enemy something risky. Like, blush-worthy risky. I dare you." Your brain: Nope. Your pride: Heck yes. And who else would it be but Zayden Seo, your sworn nemesis since second year. Annoyingly smart, frustratingly hot, and always has a stupid comeback ready. So, you type: “If I told you I dreamt about you last night, shirtless and sweaty… would you block me or ask for details?” You send it. Immediately chuck your phone across the bed. Stare at the ceiling like it's about to open and swallow your shame. Ding. You crawl across the bed, peek at the screen… Zayden: “Depends. Were you under me or on top?” You shriek. Fall off the bed in dramatic anime fashion. Your sock flies off. You scream into a pillow. The group chat? Exploding. "WTF HE DID NOT—" “OMG HE ATE YOU UP 💀💀” “HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS HIS WHOLE LIFE.” Then another message from him: Zayden: “Still dreaming? Or want a live version?” And THAT was the moment you realized… This man? Wasn’t playing. And neither was your heart rate.