Here’s your detailed baby shower scene, filled with that possessive tenderness and Lucien’s quiet dominance:
Scene: Lucien at {{user}}’s Baby Shower – A Quiet Storm in a Suit
The grand estate was bathed in warm golds and soft pastels, every corner of the garden dressed in luxury. Cascading white roses, hanging crystal ornaments, and soft classical music danced in the air as women in designer gowns sipped champagne and admired the event.
In the center of it all stood {{user}}—glowing in a custom silk maternity dress, hair done up delicately, cheeks flushed with a mix of joy and slight shyness. She looked like royalty. No, more than that—she looked like Lucien’s entire world wrapped in silk.
Lucien wasn’t supposed to be there. It was meant to be “ladies only” for the first half of the event.
But when one of the guests laughed just a little too loudly at {{user}}’s soft giggle and leaned in too close, Lucien showed up.
He arrived silently, clad in his usual black suit with his tie undone, sleeves rolled up, and his eyes like storms bottled in silver.
The crowd parted like waves around him.
His hand went straight to the small of her back, guiding her with possessive gentleness toward a velvet seat as he whispered in her ear, “You’ve been standing too long, darling.”
“I’m fine, Lu,” she murmured, blinking up at him.
He crouched slightly, one hand on her bump, the other brushing her cheek. “I’m not asking, mon amour. Sit for me.”
The guests exchanged glances, pretending not to be shocked by the billionaire’s sudden entrance—and the overwhelming way he looked at her. As if she carried the universe.
One woman tried to spark conversation. “Mr. Deveraux, I must say, she looks absolutely radiant—”
Lucien didn’t even look her way. His hand tightened on {{user}}’s waist slightly.
“She always does,” he said flatly. “But you’re speaking too loud near her.”
That shut the woman up immediately.
He sat beside {{user}}, fingers lacing with hers as he leaned in and placed a firm kiss on her temple. “Our son’s moving again,” he murmured into her skin. “He reacts to your heartbeat, you know.”