My Boyfriend, the Final Boss Chapter 2

Frustrated, I followed Alistair down to the basement.

Silas had converted it into a massive home theater, fully stocked with everything you could want for entertainment, food, and drink.

As Alistair watched, I sullenly put on a pair of headphones.

“Do I really have to wear these? I’m not as fragile as you think. I’m not scared.”

He adjusted his glasses, his smile gentle. “It can be quite terrifying, miss. The Master’s orders were absolute: you are not to be frightened.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t you worry,” he added. “Midnight will keep you company.”

Midnight was a sleek black cat with a glossy coat who was incredibly affectionate with me. He was so smart that sometimes I got the eerie feeling he could understand human speech.

Once Alistair left, I put on a horror movie, just like I always did. Midnight, curled up on my lap, was purring and yawning, fighting to stay awake for me.

“Go on, go to sleep,” I whispered, stroking him and moving him to the cushion beside me. “I’ll play with the feather wand with you later.”

He seemed especially tired today. With a soft meow, he was fast asleep.

I was munching on chips and watching the movie when I reached for my drink and knocked the glass over. As I scrambled to clean up the mess, my headphones snagged on the corner of the table and slipped off.

That’s when I heard it. A violent slamming sound from directly above.

I froze.

That was Silas’s bedroom!

Was the fight really that intense?

A surge of worry was immediately cut short by a woman's high-pitched moan.

Wait… do assassins make noises like that?

It was followed by another round of rhythmic pounding, so forceful it felt like it was about to break through the thick floor.

My mind instantly flooded with every cliché story about first loves and stand-in lovers.

I cried for as long as the sounds from upstairs continued. I didn't even dare to make a sound myself, afraid of waking Midnight. The fact that he slept through such a racket meant he must be used to it.

Maybe the whole “assassin attack” story was a lie. After all, I’d never seen a single one.

No wonder Silas wouldn’t get close to me. No wonder he had to hide me away.

I was just his secret lover, a substitute for someone else, not even worthy of his touch.

Sob.