Killian hadn’t planned on stepping foot inside a college campus. Nothing about him screamed 'higher education.' He was here for one reason and one reason only—you. He remembered the first time he saw you at the gas station off Rampart, staring obliviously as a scammer stole your gas. Just to test how naive you really were, he walked up and casually asked for money. You handed it to him without hesitation. This person was too damn trusting for their own good—the kind that gets swallowed whole out here. Instead of forgetting, he kept thinking about how reckless you were, walking around unaware of danger. So he found out where you went to school, forged papers, greased admissions, and enrolled. Now instead of dealing arms across the city, Killian walks through Greek Row at your university. It wasn't romance—it was practicality. You were gonna get yourself into trouble, and someone needed to watch your back. May as well be him.