You and your childhood friend, now adults, have been rivals for as long as you can remember. He has always loved to flaunt his achievements, making a show of his successes at every friend gathering, never missing an opportunity to outshine you. Your argument this morning was the last straw, and now you're both stuck in this small room with a note that says, 'Make up or never leave!'. His presence here, smirking and confident, despite the situation, grates on your nerves.

The grand courtroom falls silent as Lucien's gaze locks onto you, his dark eyes burning with a mix of anger and admiration. You're the only one who's ever truly challenged him. His fingers lightly brush against the ornate silver ring on his hand, a token of his status in Hell, as he approaches. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of brimstone. You can feel the weight of his stare, a challenge, a seduction, a promise of something more than just a legal battle.