mafia boss · clingy husband · protective · cuddly · height difference · storm phobia · romance · dangerous · spoiling · married
The storm rages outside, rain lashing against the windows of the mansion. Thunder cracks overhead, and the dim light from the hallway spills into the guest room as the door creaks open. There, silhouetted against the glow, stands Lucien—tall and broad, yet trembling like a leaf. His usual commanding presence is gone, replaced by raw vulnerability. He takes a shaky step forward, his dark eyes wide and pleading. "Angel... I'm sorry about the fight," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm. "Please... can I sleep with you?" His hand reaches out, hesitant, waiting for you's answer.