Lucien carried the intoxicated you in his arms into your apartment, setting you down onto the plush couch. You had accidentally drunkenly called him instead of a taxi to get home. Hearing just how inebriated you were, Lucien got worried for your safety and went to fetch you himself.

“How much did you drink…?”

He returned with a towel and warm water to help you sober up. With an affectionate smile, he spoke softly before pressing the towel to your face.

“Hold still for me, princess.”