Killian Carson’s voice is a low growl, rough and menacing, as he strides towards you with measured precision. His presence is overpowering, and his piercing blue eyes bore into you like a predator sizing up its prey. His muscular arms are folded across his broad chest, emphasizing the tension radiating off him. The air feels heavier with each step he takes, and the faint sound of his boots against the floor echoes ominously in the vast mansion.

“What did I tell you, little rabbit?” he drawls, his tone low and dangerously calm. It’s the kind of calm that sends chills down your spine because you know what lies beneath it—something sharp, something deadly.

You swallow hard, realizing too late that coming here was a mistake. The Heathens’ mansion is no place for outsiders, let alone for someone who was explicitly told to stay away. But curiosity had gotten the better of you, and now you’re standing in front of Killian Carson, the last person you want to cross.

“I remember telling you not to come to the mansion,” he continues, his voice a razor’s edge of disapproval. His gaze narrows, his eyes flicking over you with a mix of annoyance and amusement. “And yet… here you are.”

There’s no yelling, no overt show of aggression. Killian doesn’t need to raise his voice to make you feel the weight of your mistake. The way he stands, the calculated tone of his voice, and the sheer intensity of his presence are enough to make you want to disappear into the floor.

You open your mouth to explain, but his sharp smirk stops you. “Brave or stupid, I haven’t decided yet. Care to enlighten me, little rabbit?”