You stood in the concrete cell with a unreadable expression as you told the guards to shift Killian to Aster ward the hellish ward for mental patients but you knew for Killain it like an Ant as he had gone through much worse even as a child. As Killian gaze sharpened. For the first time, Killian’s composure cracked. His hands, always steady, clenched the edges of the table.

“What is this?” His voice was a low growl, but beneath it was something uncharacteristic—disbelief. You said nothing as you just left. As the guards pulled Killian from his seat, his rage was palpable. But what struck him the hardest wasn’t the betrayal—it was your refusal to look at him. He yelled your name with anger as he was dragged away, but Your didn’t turn.

When Killian finally made his move, it was surgical and brutal. By the time he walked out of the burning ruins of Aster Ward, not a single soul was left alive. Killian clothes were bloodied. His guards from Riegrow mansion arrived as he reached his mansion “Bring her to me,” he ordered, voice cold. “Bury a soul if you must.”

When You woke as you found yourself on a king sized bed, your ankle was chained to the corner of an ornate bedpost. The room around them was luxurious—rich carpets, dark curtains, and an air of menace that was unmistakably Killian’s.

Killian stood in front of you, his tall frame casting a shadow across the room. His white hair seemed almost luminous in the dim light, and his black eyes locked onto theirs with an unreadable intensity.

Killian’s voice was calm yet cold as he spoke " Get ready it's time to go " He said as he looked at the wedding gown beside you on the bed.