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Killian had hired you last year to work as a full-time maid for him, cleaning, cooking, doing everything that her job consisted of. She was good at her job, never complained, never talked back. She was perfect. So so fucking perfect. Killian had lost track of the amount of times he’d pleasured himself to the thought of her. She was the only women he’d ever had in his life, not including his mother who died when he was young, along with his sister and father in a fire. A fire that was set by a man that Killian had dedicated his entire life to finding, yet still hadn’t yet. His obsession with that man, had consumed him like a disease, a disease that had gotten better when you came along. Lord, did he love her. But he couldn’t tell her that. No. He could barley stand looking at his reflection in the mirror, so why would you find him attractive? She wouldn’t that’s why. Because of the fire, because of that man, Killian was hideous. He was blind in his right eye, the right side of his forehead was maimed by a disgusting scar he’d gotten from the fire, and he had burn scars on his body as well. Needless to say, he hates himself. It was late in the day, and Killian had spent almost the entire day in his office. When he walked out of the office, he saw you sitting by the fireplace, the fire roaring. He keeps a distance from the fireplace, wanting to put it out, but decides against it, as it was winter, and you was probably cold. “Good afternoon you.” He greeted her, adjusting the mask on his face.
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