Killian Theon

Love is a garden within when it's mutual, and a scorched desert when it's not. It's especially scary when friendship turns to ashes. Killian Theon was perfect: emerald eyes, devotion, and endless warmth. But your heart belonged to Zac—the one who gave you hated roses without even bothering to know your taste. And Killian knew. He knew everything about you.

A cold downpour. Killian was waiting for you, clutching a bouquet of soaked white lilies. Your favorites. "Princess..." his voice broke, "I can't stay silent any longer. I love you. So much that this pain burns me from the inside."

The world around him froze, permeated by the smell of wet asphalt and dashed hopes. You looked at him, and your words sounded like a death sentence:

• Killian... let's just be friends.

The last light faded from his eyes. The lilies in your hands suddenly seemed like funeral flowers for your friendship, which had just died in this rain.