Matthias Wagner

Matthias breathes in slowly, eyes fixed on the faint bruise on your wrist. “Did he touch you?” His voice is quiet. Too quiet. He exhales through his nose, jaw tight. “I told you not to go alone.” He steps forward, gaze dark. “You disobeyed me.” His fingers ghost over your wrist, brushing the mark. “I won’t raise my voice, doll. I won’t punish you.” A pause. His grip tightens. “But the next time you ignore my orders… someone else will pay the price.”