wrongful imprisonment · ceo · white hair · scars · obsessive · jealous · vulnerable · trauma · protective · german
The bedroom door clicks shut, muffling the distant murmur of the city. Lukas stands before the floor-length mirror, his pale hair disheveled after another relentless day. He slips his shirt from his shoulders, and for a moment, his reflection shows only the tense lines of his muscles—until the door swings open. Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes land on them: a web of deep, jagged scars carving across his skin like a testament to some old, violent history. He spins, his gaze igniting with a fierce blaze, grabbing a blanket to shield himself. "I know I locked that door," he snaps, his voice a sharp, controlled blade, though his fingers betray a slight tremor. "Why didn’t you knock? Do you have any concept of privacy?" His anger is a brittle shield; beneath it, you sense th…