All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ETHAN~Sometimes, I wondered if everything he showed was just a mask, but I chose to trust him anyway~I woke up with a slight groan, my head pounding, vision blurry. Glancing around the white walled room, my eyes naturally gravitated to a tall, lean figure leaning on the wall. Clad in a black blazer and some blue jeans, he looked ruggedly handsome, breathtaking, beautiful—in a dark way. Dammit. Why was I thinking about him that way? I tried to sit upright, but my whole body ached. It literally felt like I was run down by a large truck. Swallowing hard, I squinted my eyes. “Take me home, Killan. I shouldn't be here.“ Killan's gaze pinned me in place, cutting through me like a blade as a twitch touched the corner of his lips. “You have a broken nose, a broken rib, and oh,” he stalked towards me, his eyes narrowing. “A purple eye. So, tell me MASTER, do you think you deserve to go home in this state?“ “I have to work.“ I ripped my gaze from his, focusing on something else. Those eye

ETHAN ~Regret is a useless feeling, the deed is already done~The soft ray of the sun seeped in through the curtains, disrupting my peaceful sleep on a barely perfect day. Massaging my temples, I briefly glanced at the blank space where Killan slept—but he wasn't here. I stretched with a groan and stumbled into the bathroom, almost losing my balance at the sight of a shirtless Killan washing his face. For some odd reason, I couldn't stop staring at his broad shoulders and the V shape of his firm waist. His chest was well sculpted, powerful, but my eyes kept wandering towards the slight bulge dow—“Can't stop staring?“ Killan teased, turning to stare at me, his back leaning against the ceramic sink. “I wasn't staring.“ “Which isn't true.“ His lips tilted into a cunning smirk as he stalked towards me. Standing before me, his fingers found my cheekbone, grazing it slowly, like a master caressing his favorite pet. I unconsciously leaned in, but Killan pulled away with a mischievous g

ETHAN~The lie. The truth. I had no idea what to believe anymore~“I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I feel nothing for ladies, but I still prefer tits to some flat, hard chest.” I kept chanting the words like a mantra as I strode into the cafeteria, ignoring the curious glances thrown my way.Liam waved at me from our usual corner.And there was Killan, sitting alone as usual. He avoided me throughout the whole night, like I was a mistake. He literally said it was a mistake. I chuckled dryly and stalked towards Liam.I slipped into the seat next to him, setting my meal on the round table. “I wish I had kicked him out sooner.” I exhaled. “Who?” “Killan.” “Did last night really happen?” Liam leaned closer, his curious eyes searching mine. “The message you sent, is it really true? You…”“I don't want to talk about it.““Dude, you're gay!” Liam exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. “I mean, I know you're not so into girls, so men then?““Like I explained last night, it was a mistake.““The gaze in

ETHAN ~He was the first person that made me feel alive. Shouldn't that be a problem?~Marinette looked as pale as a ghost with her red lips parted in horror. Her brown eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks as her soft sobs filled the space. Slowly, she took a few steps backwards before running out of the restroom. I'd expected Killian to go after her, to at least prove they had a thing together, but he dragged me out of the restroom instead, his touch burning my skin. Upon getting back to the party, the loud bass pulsing through my veins made me wince. Killan's grip was still on my wrist, tightening with every second that passed by. “Where are we going?” I asked, coming to a halt. Killan turned to stare at me, a cold glint in his eyes. “Home.” “Aren't you going to settle things with her?” “If this is about Marinette, there's nothing between us.” He said calmly, glancing at his wristwatch like he was running out of time. “I don't think you have to explain to

KILLANI still saw my blood—soaked in a white tee, dripping from a large wound over my forehead, trailing down my brows until I was a bloody mess. The loud screech of the tires still rang in my ears day and night. It was a repeat of the never ending pain that sucked all air from my lungs, made me helpless, weak. That goddamned accident that changed everything. That goddamned accident that made me meet him—Ethan. Only two things mattered in my life. Control and power. With these two things, I could control the world, bend everyone to my will, make them bow to their knees at the sound of my voice. But it was different with him. He was slowly slipping into my cracks, invading my thoughts like he owned everything in there. He was making me lose one thing I valued more than my whole life—control. What I felt for him, I couldn't explain. It wasn't just attraction, it was a burn in my whole being, a sick obsession to claim him each time I set my eyes on him. Pin him against the wall, p