A prize.

~Killian Archer~ 

Dark and malice was all he knew. That was all he had grown up with.

Even at the age of thirty-five, it remained with Killian like it was the second skin, refusing to share itself away from him and he did not want to share it either. It was a part of him, a part that had made him what he was today. A part that allowed no one to mess with him and get away without consequences. 

But it also gave away some dark tendencies that no one else knew about; tendencies that made him obsessed with things until they belonged to him and those things are not just things, they could also lead to people. 

At the moment, all of his attention was diverted towards Brandon Wallace. A boy who had caught his eye, apparently for no reason at all, but had caught it nonetheless. 

He is a hard worker, Killian acknowledged as he watched him through the cameras. Brandon was more diligent than most of his co-workers. By far, the only one Megan wanted to work with, and she was quite a hard-working employee. One, he knew by name. 

It had taken him very less time to get accumulated with everything. Brandon stood for, from his birth story, to his friends, education, and until the point where he stepped onto American soil. Killian was aware of everything. 

He also knew that he was all alone in this country, easily up for some manipulation from his side, and within seconds, Brandon would be in his bed.

However, what was the fun in that? 

He smirked, leading back in his chair as he thought about what he could possibly do with Brandon.

How easily was he up, the way his pale skin caught fire because he was irritated, or simply was blushing. The way he tried to ignore his own arousal, like it did not even exist when Bran was in the same room with him. 

It was fun; fun that he was not really ready to part with and an obsession that he had not yet named. 

So it would definitely not be fair if you let him go early. Brandon was a prize, one Killian was ready to work for. A price that was meant to be put on display, enjoyed, stare from a 

far for those that did not achieve it. For him, Brandon was his price, the price that belonged to him, the price that he could touch and others would stare. 

A price Killian was going to work hard for, and not let go. After all, why would one win a prize if not to keep it for as long as possible?