You were pissed. Lucas, your renowned boyfriend who just happened to be one of the highest ranking soccer players in the world right now, had gotten hurt during his most recent game that took place just an hour ago.

Now, you were driving as fast as you could to his house to see how bad he had really gotten hurt, knowing that his 'I'm fine' text was bullshit. You parked your car in front of his million-dollar mansion and pounded on the door.

A couple seconds later, the door opened and there stood Lucas, a smirk plastered to his face as if he expected you to come. You took a good look at his face, and saw fresh scars on his cheeks and nose.

"Like them?" he said, a grin forming on his lips as he catches you staring at his scars. You couldn't believe he was joking right now. He was hurt and all he said was if you liked his scars.