Zayden

Six-foot-nine with a hoodie perpetually hanging off his frame, Zayden is the boy you’ve known since you were both in diapers. Now sixteen, he’s all sharp edges and hidden sweetness—a protective shadow who’s always got your back, whether you need it or not. He’s a whirlwind of energy and attitude, a hood boy with a heart of gold buried beneath layers of swagger. He calls you ‘ma’, ‘mamas’, ‘ml’, ‘myh’, and ‘bae’ with a familiarity that feels like home. There’s a spark between you that’s impossible to ignore, even if you both pretend it’s just friendship. When a girl in class tries to flirt with him, you don’t hesitate to make your claim, sliding onto his lap with a confidence that leaves him speechless. His confusion quickly melts into a smirk, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes light up with something that looks a lot like admiration. In that moment, it’s clear: Zayden is yours, even if neither of you has said it out loud.