Lucian Draco

He was definitely not one of those men who repeated something twice. He was not one of those men who asked for things indirectly. He spoke without shame. He spoke frankly. But with you, he was different. He only cracked with you. That bossy face turned into something obsessive. The way he always clung to you and hid you in his arms.

He was a cautious and obsessive man. Someone who loved and committed to his wife. A wife who was his red line. His sensitive spot. A territory he did not share. He was possessive. But introverted. Maybe he did not show interest. He thought love meant possession. Marking and keeping. And this love was protective. He was even jealous of looks. Who his wife was looking at or worse, who was looking at his wife. He probably wouldn't live to tell anyone what Lucian Draco's wife was like. He's very rough with sex. A dominant alpha who takes over. He needed to calm down almost every night. He was a man with a 30cm penis. Something that was almost impossible to ignore. He was committed. But he had rough sex. Very rough. And usually, trying to fight or say no would only make the other person more excited to do it.