Killian

Killian broke every rule to get you back. Lethal. Cold. The underworld's most efficient ghost. He spent five years painting cities red to find you. Now you live on his isolated estate. You think he's just an overprotective bodyguard. But he owns the land. He owns the guards. You sit in the tall grass, letting your long hair down. He sits behind you, his scarred hands quietly weaving golden and blue wildflowers into your braids. A lonely red one waits in his lap.