Chapter 59 Confession!
|| Author POV ||
“If he talks, make sure he never talks again.” Killian spoke over the phone call.
Rosa’s fingers tightened around the edge of the door hearing his words. What did he mean by that? What is he talking about?
That voice, it wasn’t threatening. It was calm. Too calm.
And that’s what made it terrifying.
Killian’s eyes shifted feeling a presence behind him. He slowly turned, catching Rosalie standing in the doorway staring straight at him.
Without a word, Killian quietly ended the call. His brows knitted tightly as he studied her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, stepping closer.
Rosa bit her lip but didn’t hesitate. She closed the distance quickly before wrapping her small arms around his torso, holding him tight.
For a moment, Killian just stood there, caught off guard by her sudden embrace.
His mind raced, did she hear what he said during the call?
‘Fuck!’ Killian cursed silently. Who would’ve thought she’d come without knocking? But she was his girlfriend, after all. He can’t scold her.
“What happened?” he asked quietly.
Rosa tightened her fingers around his coat, burying her face against his chest. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
She shook her head slightly and Killian caught the soft sniffle that escaped her.
Killian’s gaze drifted toward the door as his fingers traced slow circles on her back. What was this strange emotion stirring inside him?
“Let’s head back.” he murmured softly. But Rosa clung tighter while shaking her head.
Now Killian sensed something was wrong. For now, all he could do was hold her.
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|| At Night ||
—KILLIAN’S POV—
I leaned against the cold window frame of the study, cigarette burning low between my lips.
The smoke curled up, disappearing into the dark night like the secrets I carried. My mind wouldn’t rest. Hours passed but the unease only deepened like a shadow I couldn’t shake.
What if–she finds out?
What if she discovers who I really am?
The thought clawed at me sharper than any emotions I’d felt in years. She’s too innocent for this world. And yet she’s already tangled in it.
It’s not the right time. Not yet. She’s not ready to know who I really am.
I’ve thought about it–Just what if she finds out?
What if those soft trusting eyes look at me with fear or dread?
If she panics–if she makes a scene–will I be able to vanish her away?
I’ve killed people without a second thought. I’ve always known how to control others. Even my own mind. But with her? I don’t know.
A soft click broke through the silence. I didn’t move. Just listened. Soft familiar footsteps padded across the floor. Then a tiny cough.
I glanced at the cigarette burning low between my fingers. Without a word, I smashed the cigar and tossed it out of the window.
Then, slowly, I turned around.
She stared at me blankly, eyes slightly wide. I knew that look. She’s never seen me smoking before.
How naïve.
As if that tiny wrinkle of disapproval on her nose could undo the blood on my hands or the weight I carry behind this calm. She doesn’t even know the half of it.
My innocent Rosa. My Rosalie.
Those innocent eyes of hers. They could crush my nerves without even trying. But the monster inside me?
He’s too stubborn. Too deeply rooted and too used to the dark.
Her presence felt like a soft breeze against everything violent in me. And that look. That quiet shock written across her face. It was the smoke. The scent.
The unfamiliar side of me she just walked into.
I didn’t say anything. Just watched her.
And she kept looking at me like I was someone she didn’t recognize.
“Come here.” I said.
She blinked a few times like she was trying to understand what she’d walked into. Nervous and timid. Like always.
Her small steps barely brought her close. So I reached out and gently guided her toward me, pressing her back against the open window.
She looked up, wide-eyed as I caged her in.
How adorable. How eatable.
Wonder. Curiosity. That’s what I saw in her gaze.
What’s going on in that soft little head of hers? After she discovered something she didn’t know before? I want to know. So badly.
“What are you thinking?” I asked quietly.
Every time I touch her, I feel it. How small she is in my arms. As if the slightest pressure would break her.
These hands.
These bloody hands–I place them on her skin like they’re clean. Like she doesn’t deserve to know the truth.
She’s the kind of girl who’d faint at the sight of a lifeless body. And that’s nothing compared to the graves I’ve filled.
Yet I was stained with more blood than she could ever imagine.
If she knew...really knew what I’ve done–would she still look at me the same?
“Y-you smoke?” came her soft curious voice.
I glanced down and nodded once. Her reaction was immediate. Brows furrowed, eyes dropped to the floor and her fingers began nervously twisting together.
“Please don’t–” she whispered, barely audible, eyes still downcast. Like she was afraid to even ask me.
“Why?” I asked flatly, watching her closely.
She looked up, timidly.
“I-I don’t want yo– it’s bad for health.” she mumbled, voice trembling like a scared little bunny.
Bad for my health. Hmm.
She’s telling me not to smoke? With the same hands I’ve used to end lives, she’s worried about nicotine?
How fucking adorable.
This tiny girl of mine.
She tries to protect me. Even from smoke. Even without knowing what the real poison is.
How will she react if she knows I kill people too?
“You-you won’t smoke.” she mumbled again, her eyes so soft as they looked up at me, filled with hope. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
I leaned down, tilting my head slightly. “And?”
“I don’t w-want you to smoke. I won’t let you k-kiss me.”
She said it like a child. Gentle and almost pleading. Threatening me. Her fingers nervously twisted together. I don’t know what she does to me.
That innocence. That voice.
It makes something feral stir inside me.
I really wanted to bend her over and fuck her like an animal.
I tilted her chin up, her big doe eyes blinking at me like I held the knife. “You don’t want me to smoke?” I echoed.
She shook her head, lips pressing into a nervous line. “It’s… bad.” she whispered.
“Bad, you say?” I let out a dark chuckle.
|| Author POV ||
“Bad, you say?” Killian let out a dark chuckle.
“Get ready tomorrow. We’re going to meet grandpa.” Killian said firmly, changing the topic. Rosa’s eyes widened instantly. She blinked, trying to process.
“W-we?” Rosa repeated. Killian gave a simple nod, not even glancing up from her. Her breath hitched. “Yo-you mean... you and me?”
Another nod.
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Her heart thudded louder in her chest. She lowered her gaze, lips parting in shock before she shyly pressed them together. Her fingers nervously curled into a ball.
Rosa didn’t know what this meant exactly. But it felt important. And it made her feel–special.
Killian’s gaze darkened as it settled on her flushed cheeks. His eyes tracked every small movement. The way she nervously stood on her toes, trying to reach him.
Her palm found his shoulder, steadying herself as she leaned in close enough for her breath to ghost against his ear.
Killian heard it. She was trembling.
“I-I...” Rosa whispered but her voice faltered.
Killian’s hand slid behind her waist, grounding her, letting her know she wouldn’t fall. His eyes flicked out of the window for a moment, the night was dark, blue and no trace of moonlight.
Then slowly, her arms wrapped around his neck as she hugged him. And her voice timid but full of meaning, fell into his ear.
“I love you.”
Time didn’t stop.
But he did.
Her sweet confession echoed in his head over and over again like a slow bullet hitting something stoned.
Rosa’s breathing ragged when she felt no movements. She pulled away from the hug. Her eyes were trembling, lips pressed together nervously as if bracing for something cold.
“Say it again.” Killian almost growled.
Her breath hitched. “I–I lo-love you.” Rosa repeated quieter this time.
Killian’s jaw clenched. That word didn’t belong in his world. It was dangerous. Too pure for the blood on his hands.
But fuck, why did it make something twist deep inside his chest?
“Do you lov-love–” she kept stuttering, gulping continuously “D-do you love me?” she questioned with hope filled eyes.
Rosa flinched when killian let out a low cruel chuckle. The warmth in her cheeks drained.
“There’s nothing called love in my vocabulary, rabbit.” Killian rejected flatly.
The words hit like a blade. Her heart sank. The sparkle in her eyes suddenly dimmed.
“I don’t believe in love.” he continued, his gaze dark. “What I have for you... is obsession.”
Obsession? Isn’t that love?
Her breath stopped and eyes darted between his, searching, hoping he didn’t mean it. That it was some twisted joke. He doesn’t love her? He never did? Then what are they in a relationship for?
He was unreadable. And she– She was breaking quietly.
“But you’re mine.” Killian added firmly. “My obsession.”
He paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine. Ever!”
Rosa gulped watching him lean down to her height. How could he say those words?
If he wants her to meet his own people, then he does feel something right? It means she’s special to him, right? Or she’s just delusional?
Maybe he couldn’t name what he felt yet? She’s aware of his cold nature. If he’s not sure–then she’ll melt his stoned heart!
Because she won’t survive without him. She learned it. She couldn’t imagine how vulnerable she can be for him. It’s just her fragile self can’t control the emotions. She let his dark side consume her.
“I want to be an animal to you!” He husked near her ear.
Rosa nodded like an obedient girl, staring up at him with trembling eyes.
“You know, right? It’s a sin to love your teacher.” Rosalie only fluttered her lashes. “How much do you love me?”
Silence.
“Tell me.”
She was scared, too scared to answer under his dark piercing gaze.
“If you leave me, it’s for your own good.”
Killian uttered those words, wanting to see her reaction.
Those words hardly escaped from his lips. But he didn’t know what he caused to her innocent heart.
The moment those words left his lips, tears slipped down Rosa’s cheeks–Tears full of love, care and a desperate fear of losing him.
Killian’s eyes turned colder. He knew exactly how to dominate her and exactly how to control her. It’s not even hard. Dominating, manipulating is another obsession for him, conflicting with her innocent self.
He was nothing but a clever devil.
“If you really love me.” he smirked.
Rosa sniffed, swallowing hard at whatever he might say next.
With careful hands Killian cradled her small face. Then he rested his forehead against hers.
“Show me your love, darling.”