Chapter 15: Killian the Controller

"This is Tara. Moving forward, she will serve as the Lead Concept Artist for

Bond of Love

, responsible for all character and environment designs."

"Director Liu, you will lead the rest of the team to fully support Tara's work."

"I will be sending the detailed game settings to everyone shortly. Review them on your own, and we will reconvene at this time tomorrow to assign specific tasks..."

Not long after Tara and her friends signed their contracts, Killian called a meeting.

Tara watched Killian as he entered work mode.

He was steady, focused, and serious—seemingly reserved, yet exceptionally dominant. He operated like a precision-tuned supercomputer, managing everything with effortless control.

In this moment, Tara’s impression of him shifted away from that of a "young, handsome college student."

It felt as though he was born to be a superior, a controller, a leader.

After an unknown amount of time...

"Alright, meeting adjourned."

His cold, crisp voice, which usually made people feel like they were walking on thin ice, sounded like heavenly music at this moment.

"My god, it’s finally over!"

On the way out of the conference room, Josie couldn't help but howl in a hushed voice.

"Killian’s aura when he works is terrifying! I didn't even dare to breathe too loudly!"

Tara nodded silently in agreement.

"Nonsense, how is that terrifying?" Cassie curled her lips, her face full of admiration. "Young, talented, and basically a real-life version of a handsome young CEO. He’s smoking hot, okay?"

After saying that, she seemed to remember something and let out a heavy sigh. "It’s just a pity he doesn't like women."

Tara nodded again, that "explosive" scene from yesterday flashing through her mind. She muttered under her breath, "And he’s the one on the bottom, too."

Such a waste,

she thought.

He can’t even overpower my brother? All that height and those lean muscles for nothing.

Just as Tara was lost in her thoughts, a deep voice suddenly came from behind her.

"What do you mean 'on the bottom'?"

Tara froze and whipped her head around, unexpectedly meeting Killian’s eyes, which were as dark and deep as the sea.

Tara: "..."

"Hey, why are you sitting so far away from me? I have to goddamn shout just to talk to you!"

At noon in the Galaxy gym, Sean turned off the treadmill and looked with annoyance at Killian, who was resting far away as if avoiding a plague.

"What, is your intermittent germophobia acting up again?"

Killian ignored him. He suddenly stood up, walked over to the boxing area, and tossed a pair of boxing gloves to him.

Sean caught them with a puzzled look, then scoffed, "What, you want to spar again?"

"I’m curious~" Killian said noncommittally as he casually put on his gloves. "I wonder exactly which part of the process went wrong to make people think that way."

Sean was completely confused. "What way? What did you hear this time?"

"Nothing."

Killian looked down at his gloved hands and gave a cool, wandering smile. "Come on. Don't beg for mercy too quickly."

"Heh," Sean was moved to angry laughter. "Feeling cocky, are we?"

"Bring it on. Think I'm scared of you?"

"Whoever the hell begs for mercy is a dog!"

At the same time, in the staff dormitory.

A drawing tablet fell to the floor.

Tara lay on her bed, writhing in pain so intense she felt like she might vomit!

Tears blurred her vision, but her heart was filled with towering rage.

That psychopath Killian! He doesn't sleep at night, he doesn't sleep at noon... what kind of boxing is he doing on a whim?!

She tried calling him for the umpteenth time, but there was still no answer. Helpless, Tara had to endure the pain, force herself up, and stagger toward the gym.