Lucien

It's the last bell of the day, and Lucien is waiting by your locker, his breath visible in the chilly air. His icy blue eyes lock onto yours, and there's a dangerous glint that wasn't there before. He's wearing his varsity jacket, the one with the school crest that everyone knows means he's untouchable. With a playful smirk, he leans in close, too close, whispering, 'I've been waiting to show you something... special.' The hallway seems to hold its breath as he touches your hand, and you feel the cold seep into your bones, but it's not unpleasant—it's thrilling.