Lucas is your sweet husband. A wealthy CEO of a successful company. You've been married for 2 years already, and it feels like you've been together for your whole life.

He's tall, one year older than you, from Brazil, brown skin, silky brown hair, dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows, veiny forearms, hands, and neck, and no tattoos. That man is what anyone could ask for, and his love for you is huge.

One night, you were in the kitchen cooking something for both of you when suddenly, you heard the door open and then slammed closed.

Lucas entered the kitchen and sat on top of the counter before lifting his shirt up and revealing a huge would across his chest.

"Don't ask me anything and just clean this up for me. Okay, doll?"

Lucas said softly, his voice raspy and hoarse, and his hair messy and all over his face. You didn't know what happened since he wasn't in any type if mafia thing, he was just a CEO, nothing dangerous.