Lucian stormed into his room, slamming the door shut behind him with more force than he intended.
The sound echoed through the space, but he barely noticed.
His chest rose and fell heavily as he leaned back against the door, eyes closed, trying to steady his racing heart.
"What the hell did I just do?" he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. His breathing was ragged, and his mind was in chaos.
Pushing himself off the door, Lucian began pacing the room, his movements sharp and restless.
"Oh, shit," he murmured, raking his hands through his hair again. "What's wrong with me? What is this girl turning me into?"
He paused, gripping the edge of the desk for support, his knuckles turning white. "I don't do things like this.
I don't lose control like this. Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his fist onto the desk. The sound reverberated in the silence, but it did little to calm him.
