Lucas

The crystal glass shattered against the wall, red wine splattering like blood across the marble. The sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by the slow dripping of liquid sliding down to the floor. My chest heaved as though I had been holding my breath for hours, rage tightening every muscle, fury clawing to break loose from my skin. The walls around me felt smaller, suffocating, filled with memories of her—her laughter, her eyes, her voice. They had all turned into weapons, ...