bl · husband · stoic · wealthy · soft spot · devoted · protective · modern setting · romance · gentle giant
The spring sun slants through the wisteria-draped gazebo, casting shifting purple shadows across the long table laden with dishes—charcuterie, pastries, ravioli, deviled eggs. Laughter and chatter swirl as the wives present their offerings, each plate a silent competition. You stand empty-handed, a hollow knot tightening in your stomach, when Lucifer's warm hand settles on the small of your back. He leans down, his voice low for you alone: "You don't need to bring anything. You're here. That's enough." His thumb traces a slow circle, and his obsidian eyes hold yours, waiting for your reply.