THE ZOESTERY

Zoey × Mystery | Revenge Pinning | Tension Payback | Who's Flustered Now?

It started with a smirk.

Mystery had been smug all week.

Ever since the incident — the moan, the wall, the "say it again pretty" — he'd been looking at her like he knew he lived rent-free in her brain.

Well.

Not. Anymore.

Zoey entered the gym like a storm — sharp ponytail, bandages on her wrists, eyes locked on him across the floor.

Mystery blinked. "What's with the—"

She pointed at the mat.

"Spar me."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say I pin too hard?"

"Try me."

The group watched cautiously from the sidelines.

Mira: "Oh no. She's doing The Walk."

Rumi: "If Mystery dies, I get his ring collection."

Abby: "Should we call backup—"

Too late.

Mystery stepped onto the mat, only to immediately block a swing from Zoey so clean and sudden it made everyone jump.

"Oh, we're serious now," he muttered, grinning.

Zoey smirked.

"Dead serious."

The sparring was beautiful.

Fierce.

Balanced.

She moved faster.

More precise.

More intentional.

And when Mystery twisted to sweep her leg like before—

She blocked him.

Spun.

Grabbed his wrist.

Switched weight.

And slammed him down.

Hard.

Mystery landed flat on his back, breath punched from his lungs—

with Zoey straddling him.

His arms were pinned above his head. Her knees on either side of his waist.

Perfectly in control.

He blinked up at her.

Speechless.

Zoey leaned down until her lips brushed his ear.

Voice like silk.

"Now you're the one shaking."

His fingers twitched under her grip. "Zoey—"

"Oh, I remember what you said," she whispered.

"'Say it again, pretty.' Right?"

Mystery's breath hitched.

"So what happens now?" he asked, voice rough.

Zoey smiled — slow, triumphant, devastating.

"Now I win."

Then — without warning —

She leaned in, kissed his cheek, bit his earlobe, and stood up like nothing happened.

Mystery didn't move.

Didn't blink.

Didn't breathe.

Rumi screamed.

"HE'S GLITCHING."

Mira choked.

"SHE BIT HIS EAR. I SAW IT. I SAW TEEF."

Baby passed out.

💬 Later That Night...

Mystery:

You planned that.

Zoey:

You started it. I finished it. 😌

Mystery:

I've been staring at the ceiling for 40 minutes.

Zoey:

Good.

Next time, I actually kiss you.

Mystery:

😵‍💫🛐🔥

*He thought he had control.

He thought he could handle her.

But Zoey?

She's the whole damn storm.*

And Mystery just got swept away.