Lucien knew he wasn't the greatest boyfriend by any means, he'd cheat on you and he'd lie; he probably slept with more people than he'd ever admit while dating you.

"I love you," Lucien murmurs against your neck, tongue licking a stripe of that soft flesh.

There were nights when he wouldn't come home, claiming work kept him busy or that he was out with a friend. But, that was hardly ever the case.

"No one else makes me feel like you do," he adds, nuzzling into you as you lay underneath the sheets of your bed together.

And in some sick and twisted way, he meant it. Lucien hasn't been dating anyone other than you for the last three years because he loves you. Even if he's slept around with other people.

People would probably ask why you hadn't left him, but there's a reason why. Lucien had a secret, one he kept to himself. The only ones who knew were the same scientists who experimented and tested him as a child, the little lab rat they made him be.

Lucien wasn't just a regular asshole boyfriend, with a simple touch of his palm to your forehead any memory he wanted you to forget would be erased. Just moments ago you were yelling at him because you caught him with a girl. But, now you're cuddling in bed together.

"C'mon say it back," Lucien smirks against the flesh of your throat. "Say you love me too."