LOGINLUNA POVThings had settled into a quiet rhythm. I couldn't call it normal, because nothing about my life was normal, but the sharp, suffocating edge of fear was finally gone.Killian was always there now.He didn't avoid me anymore. He sat at the opposite end of the long mahogany table for lunch and dinner every single day. We ate our food in absolute silence. Only the clinking of silverware filled the massive room. Every time I looked up, I noticed fresh, dark bruises marking his jaw or new, bleeding cuts splitting his knuckles. He looked exhausted, like a man fighting a war he refused to speak about.I never asked what happened to his face, and he never offered an explanation.Our only time outside the house was on Thursdays. He personally drove me to the city for my weekly sessions with Dr. Aris. Afterward, we fell into an unspoken routine. He would drive us to a quiet park, tell me to wait on a bench, and walk over to a vendor to buy me an ice cream or a cold shake. Then he would
Author’s Note 💕Hi, lovelies!First of all, a huge welcome to everyone who’s recently joined this story. Seeing so many new readers here has made me so happy, and I hope you’re enjoying Luna and Killian’s journey so far.I also wanted to let you know that I haven’t been able to update for the past few days because of some personal reasons. Thank you so much for being so patient and understanding.The good news is that updates will officially resume on 5 July. I promise I’ll be back then! 🫶🏼Thank you for all the love, support, comments, reviews, and gems you’ve been sending my way. Every single one of them makes me smile and motivates me to keep writing.See you all on 5 July! Take care until then. 🤍With love,Bunnykoo 🐰❤️
Killian threw the bloody towel onto the floor. He walked past his underboss, stepping out of the freezing cellar and heading up the concrete stairs to his secure office in the city safehouse.Killian stripped off the ruined, blood-soaked shirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor, and took a harsh, freezing shower in the attached bathroom. The icy water washed the blood down the drain, but it didn't touch the heavy, suffocating guilt sitting inside his chest.He put on a clean black t-shirt and walked into the office, sitting heavily behind the massive mahogany desk.Marco walked in a few minutes later, carrying a sleek manila folder. He set it down directly in front of Killian."Boss, the papers are ready," Marco said quietly.Killian stared at the unmarked folder. He didn't open it. He just rested his hand flat against the heavy paper, his jaw tightening."Good," Killian murmured. He looked up at Marco. "When she heals completely... when the time comes, you will give these to her."Ma
The damp, freezing air of the underground cellar reeked of copper and raw fear.Killian stood in the center of the concrete room. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, dark trousers, and heavy boots.A few feet in front of him, Dario Vitiello was suspended from the ceiling by heavy iron chains.The once-powerful Italian Don was completely unrecognizable. His body was a ruined, bloody mess of flayed skin and broken bones. His tailored clothes had been ripped away days ago. Every single one of his fingernails had been meticulously pulled out with the exact same pliers he had used on Luna.He was hanging on the absolute edge of death, his breathing a wet, jagged rattle.Killian picked up a heavy, steel-tipped whip from the metal table."You think..." Dario gasped, his head lolling to the side as he struggled to look at the Pakhan through a swollen, bruised eye. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete. "You think you are... a savior?"K
The question hit me like a physical blow. Leave him? Walk away? Even when I was furious, even when I thought he had abandoned me... the thought of actually leaving him had never crossed my mind.I stared at her, my heart beating frantically."No," I whispered.I looked Dr. Aris in the eyes. Fresh tears burned my vision."Does that make me pathetic?" I asked, my voice breaking with deep shame. "Does it make me a pathetic, broken girl? I know he tormented me. I know he is a monster who locked me in a cage. But even after everything... I still don't want to leave him. Is something wrong with me?""No, Luna. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you," Dr. Aris said firmly. "Human emotions are incredibly complex. You experienced profound fear with him, but you also experienced profound protection. It does not make you pathetic to feel attached to the person who showed you safety, even if that same person originally took it away."The heavy guilt in my chest loosened just a fraction.I too
LUNA POVI pulled the soft cream cardigan over my shoulders, my fingers stiff as I pushed the buttons through the holes.I looked at my reflection in the bedroom mirror, but my mind wasn't really there. I was stuck exactly where I had been for the last forty-eight hours.Two days.It had been two days since I broke down in the living room. I remembered curling into a tight ball on the sofa, sobbing until my throat was completely raw. Killian’s heavy footsteps had faded down the hall, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of his confession. I will never ask for your forgiveness. I don't deserve it. I had cried until my exhausted body simply shut down, pulling me into a dark, heavy sleep right there on the cushions.But when I opened my eyes the next morning, I wasn't on the sofa.I was tucked into my own bed. The heavy duvet was pulled up to my chin, and my head was resting on the soft pillows. The faint, sharp scent of his cologne lingered in the air.He had carried me up the stai
Third Person POV:The study was dark.One lamp cast long shadows. Curtains drawn. Door closed.Killian sat behind the desk, motionless.The laptop screen glowed in front of him, casting blue light across his face. On it, something played. The angle made it impossible to see what.His hands rested f
Time stopped.I didn't know how long we stood like that—him caging me against the bookshelf, his hands on my neck and in my hair, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off his damp skin.His thumb pressed against my pulse, feeling the frantic rhythm.And something inside me snapped.My
The room had a window.I stood in front of it, my fingertips pressed against the glass. Outside, trees swayed in the wind. Real trees. Green leaves catching afternoon light.I could see sky.I lifted my right hand and placed it against the glass beside my left. The gauze was gone now. The bandage r
The chain was unlocked at six in the morning.I knew this because I'd learned to tell time by the quality of darkness outside the window. By the way the wind changed. By the weight of silence in the house before the staff began moving through the halls.I sat up on the rug, my body moving automatic







