|| Author POV ||
—The prom night—
9 PM
Killian clicked his tongue in frustration, standing tall in the grand hallway. His straight figure was wrapped in quiet elegance, the black coat hugging his broad frame with effortless power.
“I’m coming.” he muttered coldly into the phone before ending the call.
One hand ran across his forehead in annoyance but the moment he turned around, he stilled.
His piercing blues locked onto her figure.
Rosa walked toward him slowly, the soft swish of her dress barely audible. Her gaze lifted and met his and in that instant her breath caught. He looked devastatingly handsome.
Too sharp, cold and perfect!
Rosa clutched the fabric of her dress, unable to look away. But she didn’t realize, she wasn’t the only one drowning in silence.
Killian’s jaw flexe
