You gotta own it

He strode forward, each step deliberate, powerful, and smooth. His body moved with this effortless grace that I would've never expected from someone who usually spent his days dealing with numbers and contracts. His hips swayed just right, his posture strong yet fluid, and when he reached the end, he turned with a sharp, precise movement that was impossible to ignore.

I stood there, slack-jawed, trying to process what I'd just witnessed. How was he this good?

Zayn walked back toward me, his smirk never fading. "That's how you do it. Power, passion, confidence. You can't just walk—" He tilted his head and gave me a knowing look. "—you have to own it."

I swallowed, shaking my head slightly as I tried to gather myself. "How the hell did you…?"

He chuckled, stepping right in front of me, his proximity making my heart race. "I've been in this world a lot longer than you think, Ember. You're not the only one who knows how to play multiple roles."