All Chapters of He had always been mine : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KILLIAN POV Morning came whether I was ready for it or not.Leigh was up first. I heard her feet on the floor, the soft complaint about the tiger falling off the bed, then Maya’s voice answering in the low, patient tone she used before coffee. I stayed still with my eyes closed until the sounds moved toward the kitchen, then sat up slowly. My wrists were fine no real marks, nothing Maya would see but the ghost of the rope was still there when I turned my hands over. My chest felt the same. Ordinary shirt. Ordinary morning. Skin that still remembered a mouth that had not been careful.I got dressed and went out.Leigh was at the table with toast and a glass of milk, swinging one foot under the chair. Maya stood at the counter pouring coffee. For a second the scene was so normal it almost hurt. I kissed the top of Leigh’s head. She launched into a story about a dream involving the tiger and a hospital that turned into a park. I listened and nodded in the right places and tried not to t

BRANDON POV I sat him on the closed lid of the toilet and turned on the light over the mirror.The bathroom was still faintly humid from earlier, stone and glass, the rope gone from the ledge but not from either of our minds. I found the scissors in the drawer where I kept them—sharp, clean, the same pair I had bought years ago for no practical reason except that some part of me had always known I would use them on him again if I ever got the chance. I set a towel around his shoulders. He sat rigid, hands on his knees, watching me in the mirror like I might change my mind if he stared hard enough.“Don’t move.”“This is unnecessary.”“Your hair is in your eyes. Sit still.”I started at the back. The scissors made a soft, precise sound. Dark strands fell against the white towel and the stone floor. His shoulders stayed tight under my hands. I worked the way I used to when we were seventeen—methodical, quiet, using my fingers to measure the length before each cut. The only difference w

BRANDON POV I took him to the bed.He walked ahead of me like his legs still weren’t fully his. The fresh haircut, the open shirt hanging off his shoulders, the jeans shoved down from the bathroom—he looked already half-claimed and still trying to hold the last of the line. I stripped the rest of the clothes off him without hurry. Shirt first, then the jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, until he was bare in the middle of my mattress with nothing left to hide behind. He sat there for a second like he might still change his mind. I pushed him onto his back. He landed in the center of the bed, eyes tracking me as I undressed and climbed over him.“Stay still.”I started at his throat. Mouth first—open, wet, deliberate—then the scrape of teeth just hard enough to make his breath catch, then the slow drag of my tongue over the places I had already marked on earlier nights. His hands came up to my shoulders. Not pushing yet. Not holding on either. Somewhere in between. I didn’t p

KILLIAN POV Light woke me.Not the thin gray of my own bedroom this was clearer, richer, spilling across expensive sheets and the hard line of Brandon’s shoulder. For a second I didn’t know where I was. Then the ache in my body answered, and the short hair at the back of my neck, and the arm still heavy across my waist.I had stayed.The knowledge landed like cold water. I lay still and listened. His breathing was deep and even. The city beyond the glass was already loud with morning traffic. Somewhere across it Maya would be waking up, or already awake, finding the note and the empty side of the bed and the fact that “air” had lasted the entire night.I shifted.The arm tightened.“Where are you going.”His voice was rough with sleep. Not a question that wanted an answer. A statement that already knew I would try.“Home.”“It’s early.”“It’s late enough.”I moved again. This time he let me. I sat up on the edge of the mattress and the sheet fell away. The room looked different in da

KILLIAN POV The car arrived at eleven forty.I had told Maya I had a meeting with a possible buyer—someone interested in a private commission, the kind of story that explained a long lunch and a phone set to silent. She had nodded, kissed Leigh’s head, and gone back to packing a small bag for the afternoon shift. The lie sat in my mouth the whole time I tied my shoes. It still sat there when I stepped outside and saw the black car waiting at the curb with the engine running.The driver didn’t introduce himself. He only opened the rear door and waited. I got in. The door shut with a soft, expensive sound. The interior smelled like leather and nothing else. No radio. No conversation. We pulled into traffic and the city started to move past the tinted glass in a blur of ordinary lives I was temporarily exiting.I watched the streets change. Our neighborhood gave way to wider avenues, then to the quieter, cleaner blocks where the buildings had doormen and the sidewalks looked swept. My p