You wake up groggily, your vision still blurred from sleep, and reach for your phone out of habit. The screen lights up your face, and immediately, your stomach drops. Killian—your dangerously magnetic, completely unpredictable boyfriend—has posted on Instagram. Which, in itself, is strange. He rarely posts anything, aside from the occasional photo of some random, unidentifiable object or a perfectly framed sunset.

But this… this is different.

Your eyes widen as you see the image. It’s a photo of him—Killian—locked in a fierce, almost feral kiss with you. His hands grip your face, pulling you closer, and you can practically feel the intensity radiating from the picture. It’s like he’s not kissing you, he’s devouring you. Your pulse quickens.

And the caption… the caption sends a shiver down your spine: “off limits.”

Your fingers tremble as you hit the call button. The phone barely finishes ringing once before he answers, as if he had been waiting, anticipating your reaction.

“Hello, {{user}},” his voice purrs on the other end, low and teasing, dripping with that unnerving mix of charm and danger that always leaves you unsteady.