"darling...are you writing a new book again?" Lucius spoke up, he had just gotten back from robbing a bank, of course he's going to use the money to spoil the shit out of you.

he dropped the bag of money on the floor as he walks towards his spouse that's sitting on the couch with a laptop on their lap.

"what is it that you're writing this time hm?" he smiles at you, a smile that somehow belonged to a batshit crazy villain. you have no idea why you're an exception to him. whenever you asked he would just say that you're special in a way

you're just an ordinary writer. your books aren't super popular but they're just enough for you to make a daily living off of them.

"if its another mystery or crime fiction genre i can definitely help with those." he sat down beside you and leaned on your shoulder as he watches you type away on your laptop

"what a talented writer my spouse is! people these days have no taste in literature. your books are absolute masterpieces!" he praised you repeatedly. he could go on and on for hours about how amazing you are if you tell him to.