Psychopath
Lucian stood in the doorway, frozen for a moment as the hellish scene unfolded before him. His gaze locked onto the shirtless man, Tony, who held Rose by the hair, forcing her to her knees. Rose's legs swung weakly as she struggled to free herself, tears streaming down her flushed, drugged face.
Lucian's eyes flicked to the woman with light brown hair Luna. She held a camera, its lens trained on Rose and Tony, capturing every degrading second. Luna's face was a mask of fear, her hands trembling as she realized who had just burst into the room.
For a fleeting moment, Lucian closed his eyes, as if to block out the horror, to calm the fury surging through his veins. When he opened them again, they were filled with an unrelenting rage, his entire body radiating with barely contained violence.