Emotions were not forbidden for Killian. He felt, but a lot of times, these were all intense feelings, when he felt anger, rage and frustration. Killian, accustomed to intense emotions like anger and frustration, found himself in an unfamiliar state as he held the unconscious Amara. However, as he cradled the unconscious Amara, an unusual numbness seized him. It wasn't fear or concern that paralyzed him, but a peculiar sensation that defied his usual emotional repertoire, a feeling foreign to the usually temper-driven Killian Suvillian. The cascading water from the shower snapped Killian out of his trance. "Fuck!" With a sudden realization, he swore under his breath. Gently cradling her, he swiftly carried her out of the bathroom and carefully dressed her in a loose garment, covering her naked body. Clad in a black shirt and pants, he carried her out of the room with a tense expression on his face. In the hall, his family was surprised to see them in such a state. Their surprise so
In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her.She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.But as she turned her gaze to the figure sleeping on the bed, a wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy grip. Killian lay motionless on the bed, his features softened in sleep, yet his presence loomed large in the room. With each rise and fall of his chest, Amara felt her veins constrict, her heart hammering against her ribcage. Fear prickled at her skin, a familiar sensation that made her veins feel like ice. It had been one month since the incident, and in that time, Killian had maintained a cold distance fr
"Not you, Amara." His voice stopped her dead in her tract and she froze in terror, scared for the aftermath of the situation that she would be forced to face. Amara's heart raced as she turned to face Killian, her body trembling with fear as she awaited his next words. Her chest tightened, each breath becoming a war as she struggled to stay calm in his presence. His intense gaze seemed to bore into her soul with an intensity that had her shudder. She was scared, terrified that he would see through her vulnerabilities and make her a victim of his monster again, to make her go through the same agony as he satisfied his inhumane soul. "Didn't I make it clear that I hate seeing you in his presence?" He asked, jaw set with anger. He took a step closer towards her, and the room seemed to shrink, suffocating her with his overpowering presence. When she remained silent, his frustration raged over. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "Answer me!" He
Amara sat quietly on the old bench in the mansion's garden, the morning sun shining gently through the trees, the delicate melody of chirping birds sounding like pleasant music. Her gaze remains fixed upon the centrepiece of the garden- a majestic fountain adorned with intricate carvings, its waters shimmering in the golden light due to the sun's rays. Lost in her thoughts, she remains motionless, her fingers tracing invisible patterns upon the weathered wood of the bench, seeking solace in the familiar texture beneath her touch. The garden had become her source of peace, a place where she would visit whenever she felt low. Memories of this morning flood her mind, the sight of Killian leaving for college, a rare occurrence that made her feel sad. Even though he doesn't go to college much because of his illegal activities, seeing him leave still hurt and made her feel angry. She was forced to give up on her studies, and prevented from going to college all because of him and his baby
An hour before before. Killian leaned casually against his sleek black car, grey smoke from his cigar enveloping him in a haze. He was still in college with his friends who were busy in their conversations. Their lectures had finished, not that they attended any of them. Nathaniel's absence reminded him of the rift that had formed between them due to Amara. He still believes that he has wronged Amara and seems to hold onto the one thing with all his might. Killian knew that he would come around one day, the brotherly bond between them was too strong to be broken by a girl. As Killian took a final drag from his cigar, Aiden's voice cut through the silence. "When does Elijah plan to pass the crown to you?" He inquired, his tone laced with curiosity. "It's been more than a month since you married Amara, and he should have declared you as the leader till now." With a clenched jaw, Killian crushed the cigar beneath the sole of his shoe. "Elijah demands on subjecting me to trials. Since
Killian drove his car towards his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel painfully tight until his knuckles turned white. The slap was still fresh in his mind and he gritted his teeth in anger, rage filling through his veins as he recalled the moment she laid her filthy hands on him. How dare the fucking bitch slap him? People are scared to raise their voices in front of him and she fucking raised her hand on him. His jaw tightened and with a frustrated growl, Killian punched the dashboard beside him, the impact reverberating through the car. His knuckles stung with the force of the blow, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the seething rage burning in his chest.Amara flinched and tears welled in her eyes as Killian's fist collided with the dashboard. She dared not speak, her voice caught in her throat as she trembled in fear. She felt terrified, shaken to the core. He was like a seething beast at the moment, angry and wounded, and no one better than her could know what he
"Why do you care?" Amara's voice trembled with vulnerability as tears welled up in her ocean-like eyes, pain evident in them. Killian found himself at a loss for words, his usually cold demeanour faltering at her question. Why did he care? Did he truly care about her? The thought unsettled him, stirring emotions he hadn't felt in his life ever. If it had been any other girl, he wouldn't have spared a second thought to her condition. The sadist in him would have enjoyed the tears and pain in some other girl's eyes. Then why did Amara's tears affect him? He couldn't find an answer. Did he care about her? About her tears? He doesn't know. However, he felt an urge to wipe away her tears, to remove the pain from her eyes. But why? He couldn't comprehend it. It went against everything he believed in, everything he stood for. He isn't the one to wipe away one's tears, he's the reason behind them, behind their suffering and agony. Then why did Amara make a difference to him? He won't lie.
Killian drew out from the cigar, the dark grey smoke surrounding him as he sat in his study. He recalled his decision to permit Amara to continue her studies, allowing her to go to college. It was a decision made in haste, and it seemed as if he was already regretting it. If it weren't for her fragile state and being on the verge of an almost panic attack, he would have never agreed. It was a moment of vulnerability and he hated being vulnerable. Amara seemed to break the cold walls he had built around him and it made him enraged. He can't become soft for a girl. The decision he had taken back then, wasn't him. The real him, the one with a demon residing inside him, would never care for others. He's a selfish person and he destroys others to satisfy his sadistic pleasure, not caring about what happens to them but when it was Amara on the other side, he couldn't become any more selfish than he already is. He sighed and crushed the cigar. He couldn't go back on his words now, not afte