Kian
The road stretches endlessly before me, headlights slicing through the darkness like blades. Her head is slumped against the passenger seat, strands of her hair falling into her face, and I can’t stop myself from glancing at her every few seconds.Every rise and fall of her chest reassures me she’s still breathing, still here, still mine.For hours, I’ve been imagining this moment. Having her close. Having her trapped where no one—especially him—can reach her.Her lips part slightly as she breathes, fragile and unguarded, and the sight makes something inside me ache. I’ve dreamt of kissing her when she’s like this—vulnerable, soft, trusting. But dreams are dangerous things.They tempt you into believing you’re worthy of them.By the time I reach the cabin, the world outside has gone completely still. I lift her out of the car, her body light in my arms. She stirs faintly, murmuring something I can’t catch, and for a secoAaronThe building hums with chaos, and I orchestrated it. From the moment I stepped into King Enterprises this morning, I knew today wasn’t about routine meetings or quarterly reports. It’s about survival. The new investor is arriving—at least, that’s what my team was told—and every department is under strict orders.I watch from the glass balcony above the main lobby, arms folded, as employees move like ants below. Files stacked high, tablets clutched in sweaty palms, assistants rushing back and forth with nervous urgency.I return to my cabin, Lena following with her notepad, her quiet presence grounding me. She doesn’t speak much these days, not the way she used to. She only takes notes, nods when necessary, and keeps her head down. A storm brews inside her—I
KianMy sweet Lena thinks that she is safe because she returned to Aaron King. She thinks the penthouse walls, the guards, the steel and glass fortress can keep me away from her. They’re wrong. All of them. Distance is nothing when you already live inside someone’s shadow.I sit in front of a wall of screens, eyes locked on the one feed that matters. The sweet girl who carries herself with quiet determination, unaware of how much of me belongs to her. My code worms through King Enterprises’ servers like veins through a body.Surveillance, correspondence, office memos—every line is mine now.There she is. Sitting at her desk, hair tied loosely, fingers brushing across papers she doesn’t deserve to carry. A woman named Colette stan
Aaron The city sleeps like a giant animal holding its breath, but I don’t. I sit in my armchair with the curtains drawn and the lights off, my phone screen the only thing burning in the dark. The video is paused at a terrible moment—Lena’s head tipped back, the man’s shoulders hunched, the frame trembling as if the camera itself is ashamed of what it shows. I don’t press play. I just stare. I’ve stared for hours.My thumb hovers, unwilling to move forward, unable to move on. The clock on the wall ticks to a rhythm I’ve never been able to ignore; tonight it becomes a jeer. The more I watch, the less I know. The less I know, the more I watch. Maybe she loves him. Maybe she always has. Maybe I have been a layover on her long haul to someone else. I force myself to exhale and rewind to the beginning again. The audio fuzzes, the pixelation fights for clarity. The frame jitters in a way real footage rarely does. And then I see it—so small I’d missed it the first ten times—something tuck
Lena I curl my knees tighter against my chest, burying my face in the sheets that still smell faintly of Aaron. Tears burn the corners of my eyes, spilling down unchecked, soaking the pillow beneath me. I’ve been crying for hours, though I don’t even know why anymore. The weight in my chest feels unbearable, as though someone has placed a stone there that refuses to move.Kian’s face flickers across my mind. His dark eyes, unrelenting, desperate, almost hungry. The way his lips pressed against mine, the way his hands held me down, the way his body moved against me like I belonged to him—like I had always belonged to him. My tears come faster as I remember how I didn’t stop him. I could have fought harder. I could have screamed, begged, scratched, clawed my way free.But I didn’t.And that’s the truth I can’t escape.My chest trembles as I whisper into the silence, “I let him… I let him do this.”Because even though Kian’s obsession terrifies me, even though his strength is something
AaronThe moment I step out of the car, the maid’s panicked voice reaches me like a blade slicing through the night air.“Sir, please—hurry! Madam collapsed upstairs!”My chest tightens, and without wasting a second, I shove the door open and storm inside Vivienne’s mansion. My shoes echo against the marble floor, but all I hear is the pounding in my head. The maid wrings her hands, pointing toward the grand staircase. “She’s upstairs, in her room. Please, she’s not responding—”I don’t let her finish. My legs are already carrying me two steps at a time, my hand gripping the rail so tightly I swear it’ll snap. I barge into her room, my breath ragged, and the sight before me stops me cold.Vivienne lies sprawled across the carpet, her hair fanned around her pale face, lips parted slightly, skin flushed unnaturally.“Vivienne!” My voice cracks as I rush forward, dropping to my knees beside her. I gather her into my arms,
Kian The road stretches endlessly before me, headlights slicing through the darkness like blades. Her head is slumped against the passenger seat, strands of her hair falling into her face, and I can’t stop myself from glancing at her every few seconds. Every rise and fall of her chest reassures me she’s still breathing, still here, still mine.For hours, I’ve been imagining this moment. Having her close. Having her trapped where no one—especially him—can reach her. Her lips part slightly as she breathes, fragile and unguarded, and the sight makes something inside me ache. I’ve dreamt of kissing her when she’s like this—vulnerable, soft, trusting. But dreams are dangerous things. They tempt you into believing you’re worthy of them.By the time I reach the cabin, the world outside has gone completely still. I lift her out of the car, her body light in my arms. She stirs faintly, murmuring something I can’t catch, and for a seco