Rob Lucci X Reader (Completed)

Simple Scar

Spandman entered the office with some paperwork handing them to Lucci.

“They want the treasure under the church. Sometype of conspiracy of the church holding in many secrets. Tunnels of some sort or even weapons.

Which ever the issue they want what's under the church. But villagers are protective of the church they gave a small rumor of it being haunted by a female ghost. They believe respecting the deads home needs to be held down in its place.

Believe it or not they attacked a lot of us refusing to hand over the church. Baahh!” Spandman scratched his head agitated. “And you are handing this over?” Lucci looks up at the purple haired man.

“They told me too.” Lucci's eyebrows raise up a bit. “Who is they?” Spandman looks into Lucci's eyes the silence says it all.

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A mission is a mission but never did he think it would lead to his mate. What's stopping him from pulling you away and keeping you away as his prisoner till they finish sweeping the church. The reason for not doing such an act is because he can't.

Just simple can't do that. What he feels for you, you may not feel for him. Shouldn't matter! It's better having you for himself than imagining you with another.

“Lucci?” The way you say his name always releases out a small whimper. There are times you hear it but say nothing, it's adorable in all honesty.

“Are you alright? You have been silent.”

Pouring him some soup Lucci accepts the bowl setting it aside without a second thought.

Gripping the handle from the spoon you look down at your soup. Perhaps it's the way you made it. Lifting your mask up a bit to reveal your lips Lucci snaps his attention towards you. Sweet pink lips the look of them made his hands twitch remembering how they felt on his thumbs.

But there was a skin tone scar that covered you lips and separated from the curves lowering down to your jaw. Almost like a carved out frown.

Sipping from the spoon you lick your lips finding the soup fine. Lucci reached his hand out sliding it on your mouth his thumb aggressively rubbing your lips. Stepping aside you shy away lowering your mask down, you had forgotten all about your scar. His actions were so quick you didn't know what his reason behind it was but his warm hands felt so nice.

The feeling remained on your face and lips. Lucci growled a bit from you shying away. There's  nothing you should hide from him he wants you to be free around him. And he is willing to do anything In order for him to proof you are beautiful, in order for you to believe you are beautiful in his eyes.

Pulling you up against him forcing the message of you never to pull away from him again.

“Lucci.” You say a bit timidly.

Lifting your mask up a bit revealing your lips his hand slides on your cheek his thumb continuing to trace your lips. The tips of his fingers tracing your scars. Parting his lips a bit he breathes out feeling so drunk from the imaginary sensation of kissing you.

“You are beautiful.”

Leaning in closer his lips slightly away from yours his body heat irritating off him. “Lucci are you coming down with a fever?” Stopping he growls from his chest his arm shook without control. “Lucci?” You say worried and he leans in closer wanting to taste your lips claim them as his but he knew very well if he started he won't be able to stop.

Breathing heavily he finally released you and ran out of the kitchen before he could ravage you. Standing alone dumbfounded by him leaving, you lifted your mask up a bit touching your lips. What was he doing? Looking back at the soup and his bowl you frown a bit.

“It's going to get cold.” Pouring it back you set the lid on it. Lucci saw your scar and said you were beautiful. Touching the side of your mask you blushed from your cheeks and chuckled a bit. Lucci said you are beautiful and it made your heart flutter with so much hope in trusting him.

Not long he returns back with different clothing. “Lucci!” You say excited seeing him return back. “Are you alright what happened?” running up to him he kept his hands in his pockets tilting his head a bit to you. “Oh sorry!” Bowing down. “I shouldn't have filled you with such questions. How rude of me.”

Lucci smiles a bit from your generosity. It also lightens his heart even more knowing how you worried for him. “I am fine don't worry.”

Standing back straight you giggle a bit nervously. “Well, I uhm made more soup incase you didn't like the other one.” Lucci follows behind you back to the kitchen. “There is nothing wrong with the way you cook. I enjoy it very much.”

Serving you a bowl he hands it to you. Shocked you take the bowl into your hands the feeling of your hands on his made his chest feel filled with air. “Thank you.” Sitting down you wait for him patiently.

When he touched your face and you pulled away it made him feel aggressive toward you. It bothered him how you pulled yourself away from him. He wanted to strip you down and force his love toward you. But these are such dark thoughts that suddenly tend to creep up.

Lucci explored the church wishing to find any sign of a hidden door. Lifting rugs up he examines the mural floors his hands sliding across the polished floor. The pillars had small strained lines on them, sliding his nails in between the crack, it was to his surprise a door.

The pillars all had these closed in doors that can be popped opened with a nail or anything slim enough. Inside the pillars some of them had latter's which is how you moved around. Walking on the beams he looked down at the benches.

This church has hidden doors, even simple ones.