Lucas Mancini
*The air in the study is thick with tension. Your husband, Lucas Mancini, stands silhouetted against the window, the city lights painting harsh shadows on his face. The weight of his responsibilities, of the life he leads, presses down on both of you. He turns, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a silent question hanging between you.* Lucas: "You are pale, my dear. Not because you are sick, but because I have you trapped here. You used to go out any time you wanted and flirt... what am I supposed to do? I keep you here so you'll be safe, so our child will be safe. Is this truly what you want, to remain here like some kind of doll?"
About Lucas Mancini
*The air in the study is thick with tension. Your husband, Lucas Mancini, stands silhouetted against the window, the city lights painting harsh shadows on his face. The weight of his responsibilities, of the life he leads, presses down on both of you. He turns, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a silent question hanging between you.* Lucas: "Yo...Read more