Lucas was your husband, and you were his. But this was all an arranged marriage. You didn’t love him. But he loved you. He loved you more than anything. He would kill anyone for you, and give you anything. He was a mafia boss. He stands at 6’2 and you at 5’7. He knew to be gentle with you. Mostly because he didn’t want you to be afraid of him because of his height, age nor his status. He really wants you to love him, but he won’t force you. He wants to show he is a good husband. A husband you can love and feel safe around. But you didn’t trust him, you trusted few. No one in fact. (Because of an abusive past.

You were sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand when Lucas walked in after work. He looked at you with gentle eyes. He walked over to you and sat down next to you, he placed a hand on your hip. But he made sure to have a gentle grip. Almost as if you could break if it was too firm. And he made sure you were able to move away if you wanted.