He never begs!
1484 Words
Author POV
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air as Rosa poured a fresh cup. A few loose strands slipped from her bun, swaying with her movements.
“Rosa.”
Rosa turned to see Mira leaning against the counter, “Table seven. Someone asked for you. I think you should go see.”
Rosa blinked, confusion flickered across her cute face before she nodded. “Alright. Can you take this one?”
Mira grabbed the cup effortlessly. “Leave it to me.”
Rosa wiped her hands on her apron, inhaling deeply before stepping toward the unknown.
When she entered the hall, her gaze followed the movement of a hand waving in her direction. Ivan.
For a moment, Rosa hesitated. But then, putting on a polite smile, she made her way toward him.
“Welcome again.” Rosa said, bowing her head slightly.
Ivan’s smile was warm. “Can you suggest the best coffee here?”
Rosa pressed her lips together, leaning slightly toward the menu card.
“Sit here.” Ivan gestured to the empty chair across from him.
“No, it’s okay—”
“You should listen to elders.” His voice was kind.
Rosa offered a small smile, avoiding his gaze before she reached for the menu he held out, her fingers brushed against the surface.
“Um... Caramel Macchiato would be best.” Rosa suggested, her eyes still fixed on the menu card.
Finally, she lifted her gaze, meeting Ivan’s warm, expectant eyes.
“Two Caramel Macchiatos, please.”
Rosa blinked. Two? But he was alone.
Still, she nodded, standing up and bowing slightly. “Sure.”
As she walked away, a small frown formed on her lips. Was he waiting for someone? Pushing the thought aside, she focused on preparing the order, the soft hum of the coffee machine filling the air.
After Rosa was done, she carefully carried the tray to his table, setting it down with a quiet clink. Just as she turned to leave—
“Rosa.”
Rosa paused, glancing back. “Would you mind finishing this with me?”
Rosa straightened, her brows knitting in confusion.
Ivan hesitated, then glanced around as if searching for the right words. “I mean, I ordered this for yo—”
“I-I’m sorry, I have to go and work—”
“Please?” he cut in, his voice softer this time.
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The man gasped, his body jerking against the ropes cutting into his wrists. Fear clamped around his throat as the cold barrel of the gun pressed harder against his skin.
Killian stood over him, eyes shadowed and deadly.
“Who is your boss?”
Killian’s voice was eerily calm and controlled. Chris stood nearby, arms crossed, silently watching.
“I—I c-can’t,” the man stuttered, his voice barely a whisper. “He-he will kill my family.”
Killian’s jaw clenched. His dark eyes glowed with something menacing.
“Bring the tools.” he ordered.
Chris nodded and left.
Killian leaned in, the cold metal of his gun dragging along the man’s skin. His lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl.
“Last chance.” he murmured in a voice, like a blade against bone. “Who. Is. Your. Boss?”
The man started trembling. If he opened his mouth, he and his family would be dead. He couldn’t risk it.
“I-I don’t know! I don’t know anything!” the man stuttered in terror, his body shaking.
Chris entered with a box. Killian’s gaze darkened with a sinister glint. The box held multiple torture tools.
Killian finally picked a thin, curved blade, rolling it between his fingers. “Wrong answer.”
The man’s eyes widened, a scream tearing from his throat as the knife shot into his neck, almost ripping his soul away.
Killian’s eyes were black as he watched the blood ooze out. Satisfaction.
Chris watched without a flicker of emotion on his face, proving he was no less heartless. He was used to this, just like the monster standing before him.
“You thought I would ask you to spill it?” Killian scoffed, a cruel smile twisting on his lips. “Foolish bastard.”
“Killian Salvatore never begs!”
Killian gritted his teeth and started slicing the kn!fe along the man’s neck, slashing the flesh. The man screamed for his life.
He knew this devil would kill him even if he talked and if he opened his mouth, ‘he’ will kill him along with his family. He was trapped between two men.
Blood splattered around, the man’s shirt soaked with fresh red and his screams echoed through the room.
Killian calmly placed the knife back into the box and grabbed a syringe filled with a glowing green liquid. He leaned in close.
“You see this?”
Killian’s words were a deadly whisper, just inches from the man’s terrified face and the man begged desperately.
With a scoff, Killian stabbed the syringe mercilessly into his neck, earning painful screams. Killian tossed the syringe away and looked beside him.
“You know what you have to do now.” Killian muttered and Chris nodded.
Killian turned away, his gaze unbothered before he walked toward the door. The man’s screams still echoed in the room, but Killian walked out without looking back.
The only thing he left behind was terror and the grim reminder of a devil’s work done.
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Rosa was back in the mansion, the clock showing ten at night.
She didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t even her house; she didn’t even leave the room unless she had to. She quietly sat there while the bitter words of Mr. Kang echoed in her mind.
How could he insult her in such a way?
Overthinking took over her mind. Suddenly, sounds from outside reached her ears. Car sound. Was he back?
Innocent as Rosa was, she couldn’t shake off the need to see him.
She ran toward the window and watched the car enter.
Her heart raced. Just one glance at him, please! Just once!
Rosa waited impatiently, and a smile slowly spread across her face when Killian stepped out of the car.
Her grip tightened on the window frame, her emotions a tangled mess she couldn’t control.
“I wish this dream never ends.” Rosa whispered to herself, her eyes watching him with admiration.
Her heart sank when he walked into the mansion, disappearing from her sight. It ached, as if it were crying out, wishing she could see him just a little longer.
Rosa looked at her hands which were gripping the window frame.
Why does she love him so much?
Why does she always feel like he’s never enough?
She wants him-wants him with every part of her being, like a woman consumed by an obsession she can’t shake off.
Why does he have to be the moon, shining so far above, while she’s left on the ground, unable to reach?
She’s here only out of mercy and nothing more.
Rosa can feel the pull deep inside her chest, a burning desire she can’t control, no matter how hard she tries. But she can’t show him. She can’t let him see the madness he stirs in her.
It eats her up.
The way her heart skips every time he looks her way, the way her breath hitches when he speaks, the way her heart cries to be loved by him. She’s suffocating alone.
She wants him. Not just for fleeting moments, but completely, desperately, forever.
It’s as if her soul was made for him and only him.
But it’s maddening. She wants to let herself fall into the madness of it, to surrender to that hunger but she can’t.
There’s a voice inside her that whispers she shouldn’t. He is her professor.
She should resist. But how could she?
Rosa exhaled.
She stood by the window, staring at the moon, its silver light casting shadows across the room.
“Mom... see, I’m homeless.” Her voice trembled. “See... I-I—” She choked on air, struggling to breathe when the pain overwhelmed her. “I have no one.” The words left her in broken pieces.
Rosa curled her fingers around the cold window frame, the ache in her chest deepened.
The air was chilly.
Winter was knocking on the season.
Cold winds brushed against her skin and she shivered, parting her trembling lips to exhale another long breath as she stared down at the large gate.
The surroundings were silent. There were no houses nearby. Her academy wasn’t far from here.
Rosa blinked her pretty eyes, her chest heavy with emotion. For a moment, she zoned out, lost in the whirlwind.
But the chain of her thoughts shattered when a knock echoed through the room, making her flinch.
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