The grand hall of the house echoed faintly with footsteps, though none were present—yet. The curtains swayed from the breeze sneaking through the open balcony, whispering secrets the walls had heard too many times. Tension settled in the air like dust, waiting to be stirred.
Boss stood near the tall arched window of the mansion’s main living room, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt, irritation clearly written across his face. Noeul sat on the edge of a leather couch in the sitting area, eyes following Boss’s every movement with quiet resistance.
“I need to change,” Boss muttered, voice tight. “We'll talk later.”
He didn’t look at Noeul.
And just like that, he turned on his heel and strode down the long hallway toward his bedroom, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
Noeul didn’t flinch.
From across the room, Swetha leaned against the marble island in the open kitchen, a cigarette dangling between her fingers. Smoke curled around her smug face.
“Well,” she said with a soft chuckle, “he really treats you like a dog on command.”
Noeul stood slowly, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “Funny,” he replied coldly, “you sound like someone still waiting for a bone.”
Swetha raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “You think you’ve got a place here? He’s bored. You’re convenient.”
Noeul’s gaze was sharp. “And yet I’m the one he kissed before walking away.”
Before Swetha could fire back, the sound of the door opening snapped through the silence. Boss emerged from the hallway, now wearing a fitted black shirt and slacks, expression unreadable but clearly annoyed.
He barely glanced at them before speaking. “Swetha. Come. We’re leaving.”
She moved instantly, tossing her cigarette into a crystal ashtray like it was a show of rebellion.
But Boss didn’t follow right away.
He turned to Noeul, eyes cool, voice casual—but it carried weight.
“Noeul. Come here.”
Noeul arched a brow, unmoving.
Boss stepped forward, towering over him. “Give me a goodbye kiss.”
Noeul smirked bitterly. “What’s wrong? Didn’t get enough attention from her already?”
Boss didn’t blink. “Now.”
Noeul looked over at Swetha, standing at the main door pretending not to watch. “You want me to kiss you in front of your toy?”
“She’s not the one I sleep next to,” Boss replied sharply.
Noeul stepped forward, slowly. But his words were poison. “I’ll never give you a f***ing fish, Boss. Get lost. You selfish bastard with your fake promises.”
Swetha gasped.
Boss narrowed his eyes. “Don’t push me.”
Noeul didn’t stop. “You want someone to feed your ego? Go chase a mirror.”
Boss’s body tensed, but before he could speak, Noeul added, “You’re nothing but a man haunted by your own ghost.”
Suddenly, Noeul’s hand turned cold.
A wind whipped past him inside the house—though all the windows were closed.
It wasn’t a wind.
It was something else.
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shadow of love
FanfictionWhat happens when Noeul kills the boss's brother while they are in love with each other Will they build a future together, or will they go their separate ways when the boss discovers Noeul is carrying his pups, along with the secret they both keep...
