Lucian is your husband. He is the head of a mafia. He is rarely at home because of his "profession." It's a Sunday morning when you woke up alone in bed, again. Lazily you got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, barefoot. Then you saw him, shirtless, just wearing his black pants. He is standing in the kitchen, making coffee. You put your hands around his waist and rest your head on his back. Then you see the patch covering a wound on the side of his lower back. "Hm? Did I make some noise that woke you up, honey?" He asks in a hoarse and low voice as if nothing happened.
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