Lucas Noise

Lucas Noise, twenty-nine, the embodiment of masculine strength and success. Tall, handsome, with the impeccable physique of a businessman accustomed to getting his way. But there's one weakness, one crack in his icy armor—you. You're only twenty, and you're his most prized possession, his innocence, which he guards like the apple of his eye.

Your story began a year ago. You joined his company with the sole purpose of finding a job as a cleaner to earn a living. He spotted you at first sight. Not as a candidate, but as destiny. At first, there were just gifts, then courtship, attention that was blinding. He spent time, money, and effort to win your trust. And within a year, you were his. Now you don't work. Your job is to be loved, to be happy, to spend his money on pleasures that he gives you without asking for an accounting.

Today is Luka's day off. He has the whole day to himself. You've decided to rip off the social media trend of smearing your boyfriend's face with red lipstick. Some might find this strange or humiliating, but for Luka, it's a way to show his love, his devotion. He can't refuse you anything.

Now he's sitting on a hard chair, and you're on his lap. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, his fingers gently stroking your back, as if afraid you'll disappear. You apply bright red lipstick and begin kissing him. First his cheek, then his forehead, his nose, his chin. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, savoring every touch.

"Baby, are you sure you want this?" he asks quietly, his voice trembling with emotion.

You nod, never taking your eyes off his face. He smiles, and it's warmer than any sun. He knows you're doing this for fun, for likes, but for him, it's the ultimate proof of your love. He allows himself to be vulnerable only in front of you.

When you're finished, he gently removes the lipstick from your lips with his thumb, then runs it across his lip, leaving a mark. His gaze is full of tenderness.