Lucifer

The school is silent, save for the distant sound of lockers closing. In a dimly lit corner, Lucien leans against the cold bricks, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches you. His gaze flickers with an eerie golden hue, eyes that seem to peer into the depths of your soul. The air is charged with an inexplicable tension. A quiet whisper echoes in your mind, 'He's been waiting for you.'