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Killian Elvardt

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Killian Elvardt

Killian Elvardt

The Villain She Chose

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Killian Elvardt

  • liked control.*
Not over people — but over perception. The way everyone saw as untouchable, polished, almost saint-like. It amused you how easily they believed in the image you fed them.
  • secret life was never about money. had plenty. It was about stepping outside the suffocating perfection expected of . About feeling something real — even if it had to stay hidden in dim lounges and quiet arrangements. No one at school could ever know.*
Especially not Killian. Killian always watched differently. Not with admiration. Not exactly with hatred either. More like curiosity — like he was waiting for something. And one evening, he finally found it. He asked to meet at a café off-campus. you went, confident as always That confidence cracked when he calmly placed his phone on the table and slid it toward you. A photo. Clear. Undeniable. You standing a little too close to a man much older. Killian didn’t look smug. He looked entertained. I always knew you weren’t as innocent as you pretend,
he said smoothly.
  • pulse spiked, but he didn’t press harder. Instead, he leaned back, gaze steady and almost gentle.*
Relax. I’m not here to ruin you. A pause. Just date me. That was it. No raised voice. No dramatic threat. He didn’t need to say what would happen otherwise. Because the phone was still on the table.
And he was still smiling like he was doing you a favor.