Chapter 4

ETHAN

~Some boundaries are made to be broken, I just didn't know mine would be the first to fall~

I woke up in Killan's arms, but he was wrapped around me like a blanket, his breath warm against my neck.

The fact his arms felt like home made me feel strange, uncomfortable—such a shitty feeling I needed to trash.

I tried to push Killan off my body, but he was ridiculously strong even while asleep. He was so heavy, I feared he'd crush me with his body.

“Killan.” I snapped, pushing his arm off my waist. “Killan, let go!”

Killan made small noises and snuggled even closer.

I was so pissed, I wanted to rush out and scream.

I was completely frustrated.

Killan would definitely be the death of me.

After what seemed like hours, Killan finally let go, but I was glaring hard at him as he blinked at me innocently.

He always acted innocent regardless of whatever he did. If he was an actor, he'd definitely get an Oscar for this performance.

Bravo.

I almost felt like clapping my hands for him.

I cursed under my breath and headed straight to the bathroom. I needed a cold shower to get the thoughts about Killan's warmth from my head, but as the water washed down my whole body, I still remembered.

I still fucking remembered his scent.

His voice.

The warmth of his touch.

The way he made me react.

How he could be so obedient and frightening at the same time.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I stepped in here to get Killan out of my head, but I couldn't. I fucking couldn't. I spent a few more minutes in the bathroom before stepping outside. And as soon as I did, I was met with a shirtless Killan, his strong abs awakening something I never knew existed.

I gulped.

Took sharp breaths to calm my heart from spiraling out of my chest, but it didn't work.

Killan approached me and smiled. “Master, you smell even better while you're wet.”

That was it.

This was it.

He was gradually crossing the boundary and now, I was going to make sure there were boundaries every fucking where. “That's it.” I snapped. “No touching, no sniffing, no sleeping on my bed, and stop calling me Master!”

“But Master.”

I glared hard at him and stepped out of my room.

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Over breakfast, Killan was unusually quiet. I'd made pancakes this morning, so it was quite easy to slice with the knife and fork. Or maybe, he was just perfect at everything. How could he be human? His silver hair was one strange part, but his movements? Smoothe.

Even chewing on the pancakes seemed graceful.

I tore my gaze away and pushed a mouth full of pancake in my mouth. This time, I felt Killan's sharp gaze on me. I frowned, raising my head slightly. “What is it now? Why are you staring?”

“Master eats cutely.” He smiled, taking another slice of his pancake.

I almost choked on my own silava.

“Don't use those strange words, Killan. Cute? Don't call me cute.” That was for girls, strictly for them. He had to at least understand that.

“But you do look cute.” He smirked, leaning closer. “With your messy brown hair and red cheeks, you sure are, Master.”

My heart burned. “Red cheeks?!” I exploded, yelling on top of my lungs. “What red cheeks? Are you insane?”

Killan chuckled. It seemed like he was having way too much fun with messing with my emotions this way. I sucked in a breath and nodded. “One more word from you and—”

“I don't mind if you keep giving me rules, Master.” His gaze lingered on me. He reached for his mug of coffee, tried to take a sip, but he spilled some on his shirt.

This time, I took my chance to laugh.

He wasn't going to have all the fun.

“Try not to drown In it.” I said sourly.

“But what if I do?” He arched a brow, his tone serious. “If I do drown, would you save me Master?”

“No.” I spelled, painting the exact truth. “I'd gladly let you drown.”

“That's not true.”

“You choose not to believe it.”

“Because I know it's not true.”

“You know what?” I breathed. “I'm so done with this.” I focused on my pancakes instead, my eyes never leaving my filled plate, and suddenly, a sharp yelp filled my ears.

Thinking Killan was trying to cause some trouble again, I didn't bother to spare him a glance.

But he suddenly groaned in pain.

I raised my head quickly, meeting Killan's gaze.

He tensed immediately, his eyes darkening, his pupils sharpening as he clutched the dining table hard. “Ma…master.” His breathing turned ragged, his eyes dimming as he almost lost his balance. Something is wrong.

Before I could react, Killan fell to his knees, shaking his head like he was fighting something. “I…I need to.” He couldn't even complete his sentence.

I watched as his nails elongated, his groans becoming louder, and I could tell he was really in pain. I rushed towards him and crouched down to his level, trying to understand what was going on this time, but Killan grabbed his head tightly. “Master, I—”

He groaned again, making me even more worried.

Whatever was going on with him, it was definitely not normal.