For most of my adult life, I was known as the pretty one. The model. The man whose looks stole hearts, opened doors, and made me the one to watch.
I walked runways from Paris to Milan to New York, owned Fashion Week, and graced magazine covers around the world. One accident took it all away. Now I’m just the man who used to be beautiful.
My scars are all they see. Doors that once opened for me, now slam shut. People avoid my presence as if my mangled face might be contagious. No one dares meet my eyes.
I go to Crowned, not to find an alpha. It’s the one place where wearing a mask doesn’t make people stare, where I can remain unseen, and where I can hide. Until him.
Blaze the first person I’ve ever wanted to see the real me. Please don’t let my scars scare him away.
