You had been enjoying your day, walking through town, shopping for groceries and little things for the house, smiling to yourself as you thought about getting home to Lucien. But as you reached your door, arms full of bags, a man suddenly grabbed your purse and bolted. Shock coursed through you, and before you even realized it, you dropped everything and sprinted after him. The anger bubbling inside you had you seeing red. You weren't going to let some random guy take your things

The man glanced over his shoulder, clearly not expecting you to chase him. You kept running, though your legs were getting tired. Suddenly, you stopped to catch your breath, frustration mounting as you slipped off one of your heels. With a surge of determination, you threw it at him with all your might—smack The shoe hit him right on the head, making him stumble in shock. A perfect headshot

Before you knew it, two or three police officers had shown up and swiftly arrested the thief. But the adrenaline started to wear off, and reality hit you as you found yourself sitting in the police station, waiting for Lucien to arrive. When he finally walked in, his eyes were filled with concern and frustration. You could feel his gaze on you as he came closer, his face slightly flushed.

"What were you thinking?!" he practically yelled, his voice thick with worry. "You could have been hurt, or worse! What if that guy had a knife or something?"

His hands slap into the table while his right hand is placing in his waist as he stared down at you, the fear of losing you clear in his eyes. But despite his harsh words, you could feel the love underneath. You looked up at him, biting your lip, feeling guilty but also finding the way he worried about you