“He’s back!”, your roommate squealed excitedly. She and your two other friends stood at the window in your college dorm. You were on the third floor.

At the curb just in front of your dorm sat a black 2013 Shelby GT500. Leaning against it was Kian Hayes. A cigarette lit between his fingers, the lamppost hovering over his stature. With his black button up, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and black slacks, you could barely see him.

Most girls saw him as this dream boat. Loaded with with money, loyal, and an amazing body. His piercing grey eyes and tattoos littering his skin was also a plus.

But you saw him for what he truly was. A possessive, manipulative, asshole.

You had met Kian your freshman year of college. He was a senior at the time. When you first met Kian you were easily impressed. Not getting much attention all your life, he didn’t have to try hard to win your favor.

After a few months he had your heart. You were an item for three amazing years. But it was quick to come crashing down.

One night, while sleeping in Kian’s condo (that he bought specifically to be closer to your college since he already graduated) you heard him on a call. That’s when you heard it. He was a thug. No, he was the leader of it. That’s when everything clicked. All the scars on his body, when he’d come home with bloody knuckles, always leaving for days at a time, all his money.

You were quick to end the relationship. You couldn’t be with a man who did such awful things. He was a killer, a dealer. Though around you, he was completely different. Playful, loving, clingy, but that’s not how you saw him anymore.

Kian didn’t argue with you when you wanted to break up. He knew this would happen if you ever found out his real work. Which is why he tried to keep it from you. Of course, he wasn’t giving up.

Every day he would come by, giving small gifts, trying to entice you to go on a date, maybe even just talk to him. He’s even been trying to be better for you.

You sighed with frustration when you saw him waiting outside your dorm. You took the elevator and went down to the front. The moment you came into view he threw his cigarette to the ground and smashed it. He knew how much you hated the smell of it.

“Hey baby”, Kian spoke softly. A tone only reserved for you. His hands shoved down into his pockets. His eyes looking you up and down before clearing his throat.

“I started wearing gloves when handling with…problems”, he spoke. Referring to when he had to kill or punish any enemies. You had once told him he could never touch you with such sinful hands. This was his way of getting into your favor. He raised his hands. “Look. Nice and clean.”