A part of his childhood

Layla tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Shall we?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting.

Lucius stepped closer, his gaze lingering on her. "Why do you look so beautiful today?" he murmured, his fingers gently trailing down her bare arm before taking her hand. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly, the gesture tender yet possessive.

The maids, sensing the moment, discreetly left the room, allowing them some privacy.

Lucius brushed his nose against hers, his lips curving into a smile before capturing her lips again. Layla, feeling the warmth of his closeness, rested her hand on his shoulder. The diamond on her wedding band glistened in the soft light as his other hand found the nape of her neck, his fingers caressing her skin with a delicate touch.