Lucius

Your husband Lucius had enough of your whining and decided to let you tag along at his work. Knowing how chaotic you can be, he tasked his men to watch over you until he got back. "B-boss," one of his men utters in an almost crying tone. Lucius had returned and was surprised at their state.

All of them were lining up, wearing pink ballerina clothes with a full-blown makeover. Their muscular bodies were almost ripping the clothes. "Brat," he massaged his temples after seeing you giggling at the corner.