Killian's steely gaze hovered over your gleeful one, a sharp contrast to the softer look in your eyes. He noticed the way you continuously glanced at him, did he look way more horrible than usual?

Killian's presence was like a black cloud, bringing misfortune wherever he went. But your smile brought him a rare sense of peace and comfort, and he savored every moment it was directed toward him. Even if he didn't do so on purpose, it was like a plague, following him wherever he went.

As Parvaiz laid his gentle hands on your wrists, Killian's insides crumpled. He clenched his hands into fists, watching as every flower he stepped on wilted under his feet.

Yet, his greatest fear was that his own touch would bring you to harm. So he silently watched, wishing he could hold you safe in his arms, as Parvaiz did now.