Dancing with a stranger

Chapter |7✨

Kian's POV

Goddam, what is wrong with me, I could have killed her multiple times and this feud could be all over but I still couldn't be with her beautiful green eyes that sparkle. Dude, get your fucking head straight, you can't be thinking like that she's part of your family's enemies.

Kian leaned against the doorframe, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The weight of the moment felt heavier than ever, the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind threatening to burst. He had always kept his distance, his guard up, especially when it came to his father's world. But there were times when even Kian couldn't ignore what he was feeling.

"Hey, Devin," Kian started, his voice lower than usual, full of hesitation. "Can I talk to you about something? Maybe... you could help. Because you know how my father would react to this information."

Devin, who was leaning over a table with some paperwork, straightened up and looked at Kian with a knowing expression. He had seen Kian wrestle with his own demons for years, but this? This was different. Kian's usual air of confidence was nowhere to be found. It was almost as if something had shattered inside him.

"Sure, son. What is it about?" Devin replied, his tone calm but with a hint of concern. He gestured to the chair in front of him, offering a seat.

Kian paused, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. His eyes flickered toward the ground for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it to anyone, but Devin... Devin had always been a steady presence in his life. A mentor, a friend.

"It's about her," Kian said quietly, looking up at Devin now. "The girl I'm supposed to be enemies with. The one my father hates."

Devin's face remained unreadable, but the tension in the air thickened. "What about her?"

Kian ran a hand through his hair, his frustration visible. "I can't stop thinking about her, man. I should hate her, I should be doing everything I can to stay away from her, but every time I look at her... I feel like I'm losing control. She's not just some enemy, Devin. She's real. And I'm not sure how to deal with it. She's in danger because of me."

The weight of those words hung in the room, and for the first time, Kian felt exposed. He hadn't planned on telling anyone, but now that the truth was out, he wasn't sure if it made things better or worse.

Devin remained quiet for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he processed Kian's confession. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady. "You're walking a dangerous line, Kian. If you let emotions get in the way, it'll cost you everything. I've seen what happens when you let the personal get tangled up in this business."

Kian nodded, but there was a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "I know what you're saying. But I don't think I can just ignore it anymore."

Devin leaned back, taking a breath before responding. "I can't tell you what to do, but you need to decide what kind of man you want to be, Kian. Because this—what you're feeling—could either make you or break you. And if your father finds out, you're not just putting yourself in danger. You're putting her in it too."

Kian's jaw tightened. "I know. But I can't just walk away from her. Not after everything."

Devin gave a slow nod. "You need to be careful. And you need to know what you're getting into. If you're serious about her, then you need to be ready to deal with the consequences. But remember... there's no going back once you cross that line."

Kian stood there, the weight of Devin's words sinking in. He didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain: he was in deeper than he'd ever intended.