THE SECRET GAME OF LOVE
"With the suits, the clean record, the world that expects you to be a civilized man? Do you wish you had stayed there?"
"Never," Lukas answered without a single microsecond of hesitation.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the front of Daniel’s shirt, tracing the hard, unyielding line of his chest.
"For years," Lukas continued, his voice dropping into a quiet, meditative rhythm, "I spent my entire life chasing perfection. Clean balance sheets, flawless corporate strategies, high-society approval, and a respectable life that everyone could applaud. I thought if I polished every rough edge, I’d finally feel safe. I thought perfection was what kept the ghosts away."