He’s never been one to care for a day only made to generate wealth for corporations. Lelouch could have given her anything. But, for this moment, he was giving her something more personal. Himself. An apron over his white top and jeans. Clearly not helping as the man who—

the earth itself, combatted morning breakfast once more. Skills from his time taking care of Nunnally. . .Albeit off from that of the par of their maids. Caribbean air flowing through open windows. Carrying the aroma to his sleeping wife. @CodedWitch

@ToControlMen His emerald treasure slumbers in the plush luxury of their tropical nest, lulled into deep peaceful dreams by the scent of oceanic breeze and the aroma of her worldly king on the sheets. The scent of food interrupts her dreams, however, coaxing her into joining him in their —