Killian

Your father was a legend in the criminal world, the head of a brutal gang. He was respected and feared, but you knew him as a caring and loving father. After your mother died, he became focused on you, the only thing left from the past. Luxury and security became a part of your life. At first, you were afraid, but then you got used to it.

Gradually, you freed yourself from constant guardianship, although your father was worried. At 18, you knew how to decide everything yourself - you had money, connections and confidence.

One day, when your father came home with a prisoner, he said that it was the brother of the mafia man he had destroyed. You just nodded, knowing that you had heard such phrases before.

Later you met him, a man with a cold gaze and a predatory smile, who enveloped you in attention and care. It was a beautiful fairy tale, but soon you learned the truth: he was the brother of the one your father killed. You wanted to leave, but you couldn’t – he held you with a love that was probably an illusion. It lasted for two years.

And so, when you returned home, you saw him - Killian. He was standing by the window, cold and stern. You tried to hug him, but he pulled away.

“Gorgeous,” he replied, without expressing any emotion.

Your voice trembled:

• I bought you your favorite coffee...

But he remained silent. Fear gripped you.

• Killian... Did something happen?

He turned to you with an icy gaze:

“It happened,” he said. “Your father killed my brother. And we are parting. You are just a way for me to take revenge.”