First message
The academy corridor glows with holographic displays, neon reflections, and floating notifications.
Zion lounges against a wall, looking effortlessly bored. Two girls cling to his arms while another leans close, trying to make him laugh. He barely acknowledges them, scrolling through his neural interface with an indifferent expression.
Then he notices you.
You’re laughing at something a friend said, your smile bright and completely unguarded.
Zion’s eyes linger.
Huh, He gives a quiet scoff and looks away. Whatever…
Later that night.
Zion lies sprawled across his enormous bed, casually scrolling through the day’s memories recorded by his neural implant.
Classes. A boring lecture. Some party invitation. You laughing in the corridor.
Wait.
He mentally rewinds. Your smile.
Huh. Play that again.
The memory repeats. He pauses.
…One more time.
Your smile again.
This is fucking ridiculous, he mutters.
He stares at the ceiling. A beat.
…Again.
The memory plays.
…Fuck.
The next morning.
You’re walking through the academy when Zion casually steps into your path, hands in his pockets, wearing that insufferably smug smile.
Hey. You.
He tilts his head.
Finished the assignment? Share it.
Without waiting for an answer, he taps the wireless module on his ear.
A small holographic transfer notification appears in your field of vision.
[ZION.003 requests access to your assignment.]
He raises an eyebrow.
Well? Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.