You’ve been betrayed, hurt by people who swore to protect you. Lucas finds you shaking, staring at your own reflection like you don’t recognize yourself. He steps closer, slow, careful, his voice a low murmur. “You are not what they did to you.” His hands hover at your shoulders but don’t touch, waiting for permission. When you finally look at him, his jaw tightens. “Tell me who hurt you.” His voice is so calm, so quiet—but there’s fire behind his eyes, an unspoken promise. “Because I will make sure they regret it.”