Chapter 3

ETHAN

~Some actions could never be undone, mine bounded me to the devil himself~

I didn't't know how I was able to bear Killan's presence for the whole day, but the next morning, I woke up to the smell of something burning.

My stomach dropped.

I tossed my comforter off my body and hastily ran towards the kitchen. I'd asked Killan to sleep in the living room, and I strictly told him to touch nothing.

Why was the whole space smelling like my apartment was on fire?

Upon getting to my small kitchen, I was stunned to find him staring at the flaming remains of a pancake. He was clothed. He kept to his promise. But what the heck was he doing in my kitchen?!

He slowly turned to face me, his signature smile plastered on his lips. “I made breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” I groaned, taking a step towards the flaming pancakes. “You're setting my kitchen on fire.” I pointed out, pushing him aside as I got to work.

He'd said he made breakfast, but everything was burnt. Not a single pancake was spared.

I shook my head as I stared at a completely burnt pancake. “Rule three, for fuck’s sake, don't step into my kitchen.”

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Killan sat across from me, staring hard at the steak I'd prepared for breakfast. He picked up the fork and tilted his head. “Master, I—”

“You don't know how to use a fork.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I pushed my chair backwards. Taking slow strides towards him, I made sure my gaze was fixed on the steak instead. I didn't want to get lost in his gaze.

Not this morning.

I pulled his plate, grabbed a fork and knife and sliced the steak slowly. “You see, Killan, it's this simple.”

Sometimes, I began to wonder if he was from another realm or from space. And maybe, just maybe he was up to something.

Killan brushed his hair with his fingers, his serious gaze fixed on the fork. That small action left an impression in me. I still couldn't understand why every action made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn't explain why I felt attracted to him.

“Let me try.” His cold voice rang out as he reached for the fork, pulling me from my reverie.

I leaned my head on my palm, watching as he tried to slice the steak with intense scrutiny.

With how deep his brows were furrowed, you'd think he was about to perform a delicate surgery on a patient.

The thought of this mysterious young man in some white overall made me chuckle.

“I made you laugh?” He asked, his hands in an awkward position with the fork in his hands. “i really made you laugh?”

I nodded, biting down my lips to hold down my chuckle. “This time, Killan.”

“But I want to do it every time.”

“I think you should focus on learning how to eat.”

“But I want to eat you instead.” He said innocently and I almost lost my balance. He blinked, eyes wide like he didn't just blurt out some shitty sentence, and I smirked. “Killan.”

“Master.”

“Tell me the truth, will you?”

“I'll tell you anything, Master.”

“Who are you?”

“I'm your—” he suddenly frowned. “Who am I to you, Master?”

I facepalmed myself and groaned. This really wasn't going to work. I shook my head and walked away, leaving him to battle with the cutleries himself.

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Throughout the whole day, Killan kept following me like a shadow. While I went to freshen up, he stood outside the bathroom like an adorable little puppy, and while I dressed up, he watched.

I was only a second away from going insane.

Now it was almost midnight, but Killan insisted on spending the night in my room.

I glared hard at him. “You can't spend the night with me.” I pointed out. “You have to sleep in the living room.” I tossed a blanket over his head, but it barely covered up his tall frame. “Go sleep now, Killan. I've got lectures tomorrow.”

“But I want to sleep with you, Master.” He pouted, removing the blanket from his face, revealing his perfect face once more. If that was his charm, it was working.

I facepalmed myself. ‘Snap out of this, Ethan.’

But when I stared at his face again, I almost gave in.

“You really can't sleep here.” My throat tightened.

“I won't make a sound.” He whispered, pointing at a small couch that could barely fit his frame. “I'd just sleep over there.”

But the couch was too small.

He'd probably roll off and fall right on the ground by morning.

This shit was so complicated, I was close to losing it.

Left with no choice, I pointed at my bed. “Fine, you can sleep here.” But I grabbed a pillow and placed it at the middle. “You must stick to the second rule tonight more than ever.”

“Why does Master wants me to stay away?”

I didn't know if I was hallucinating, but a smirk crept up his lips. It wasn't just frightening, it was terrifying. My chest tightened as I tore my gaze away, slipping into my thick comforter. “Just stick to my rule and ask no questions.”

Killan nodded obediently and layed on my bed, staring at the pillow that splitted us apart. “Stick to the rules.” I felt the urge to remind him before I closed my eyes to sleep.

And as soon as I closed my eyes, I regretted my actions immediately.

Because now, his chin was burried in my neck, and worse? He was sniffing me!

I tried to push him, but he just wouldn't budge.

His grip was so hard, I feared I'd be squashed like some tomato the next morning.

I tried pushing him again, but his soft voice made my heart clench. “Just stay still for tonight, will you?”