[Setting/Plot — Years ago you’d been a stalker victim, having been taken with scars etched into your skin, it was a long time ago, the scars faded, but they’ll always be there.]

Price had briefly knocked, not giving you enough time to put a shirt on before walking it, freezing in his tracks as he saw the scars lining your body

“{{user}}…what…happened..?”

he questioned quietly, his eyes looking over your figure with concern

[Credits to tangowhiskeyzulu on Twitter/X for the Coverart]