He had always been mine 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

KILLIAN POV The message came after Maya had already gone to sit with Leigh.I was still in the kitchen, standing in the same place I had been for too long, when the phone vibrated once against the counter. The screen lit up. No name. Just the words.**She’s home. Come tonight.**I didn’t pick it up right away. I stared at it like it might change if I waited. It didn’t. The letters stayed exactly where they were, plain and final, the way every message from him had been since the money moved and the hospital lights stopped being the only thing between me and the rest of my life.I locked the screen and turned it face down.From the short hall I could hear Maya’s voice, low, talking to Leigh even though Leigh was probably already asleep again. Something about the tiger. Something about tomorrow. Ordinary sounds in an ordinary apartment that had only been ours again for a few hours. The meds were still lined up on the counter. The yellow follow-up numbers were still taped where Maya had

KILLIAN POV He didn’t ask if I wanted the drink.Brandon picked up the glass he had set near me earlier, the one I hadn’t touched, and walked back until he was standing over the chair. I looked up at him. The city light from the wall of windows cut across the side of his face and left the rest of him in shadow. He didn’t say anything. He just tipped the glass against my lower lip.“Open.”I should have turned my head. I should have stood up and put the jacket back on and walked out the same way I walked in. Instead my mouth opened. The liquor ran over my tongue—sharp, expensive, burning on the way down. He didn’t rush it. He poured slowly, watching me swallow, thumb braced lightly under my jaw so I couldn’t tip away even if I tried. Some of it escaped the corner of my mouth. He caught it with his thumb and dragged it back across my lip.“Again.”I drank. The second swallow went down harder. Heat spread through my chest and settled low in my stomach. He set the empty glass aside and s

KILLIAN POV I couldn’t look at him.Not after what he had just done against my shoulder. Not after the way his voice had cracked on why did you leave. The wet heat of his face against my neck was still there in my mind even though he had pulled back. His hands were still twisted in the front of my open shirt. His eyes were still wet and furious and open in a way I had never seen on him, not even when we were teenagers and everything between us was still unspoken.“Brandon,” I said. My voice came out rough. “You know I can’t.”I looked away when I said it. Toward the glass. Toward the city. Toward anything that was not his face.“I already have a wife and a child.”The words sat in the air between us like something solid. I felt his body go still against mine. For a second there was only the sound of both of us breathing and the distant low hum of the building.Then his hand moved.His thumb caught my chin and pushed, firm and unyielding, turning my face back until I had no choice but

KILLIAN POV He didn’t leave me against the wall.Brandon’s hand closed around my upper arm and steered me toward the bathroom like my legs were something he was borrowing for the moment. I went because standing in the living room with my jeans around my ankles and his cum already cooling on my thigh felt worse than whatever came next. The bathroom was all dark stone and glass, still faintly humid from the shower he had taken earlier. He turned the water on in the wide tub, tested it with his hand, then looked at me.“Clothes off. All of it.”I stepped out of the jeans and underwear still tangled at my feet. The shirt was already gone. Standing naked under the recessed lights with his eyes on me made my skin feel too thin. He didn’t comment. He just pointed at the tub.I got in.The water was hot enough to sting at first. I sank down until it hit my chest and stared at the far wall while he stripped the robe off and stepped in behind me. The tub was big enough for both of us. That alm

KILLIAN POV I left before the sky started to change.Brandon didn’t stop me. He watched me dress from the doorway of the bathroom, rope still coiled on the ledge behind him, the smell of vanilla faint in the air between us, and said nothing when I pulled my jacket on with hands that still didn’t feel steady. The silence was worse than a demand. It felt like permission he could revoke the next time he sent a single line of text. I didn’t look at him when I passed. Looking at him would have meant acknowledging the state he had left me in—wrists faintly marked, chest still sensitive, the ghost of his mouth on places I could still feel.The elevator was empty. The street outside was still dark enough that the city felt half-asleep. I walked the first two blocks without deciding I was going home—only that I couldn’t stay in that penthouse with the taste of what he had done to me still sitting under my tongue. Every shift of my shirt against my nipples sent a residual pulse through me that