In the dimly lit corner of the upscale wine bar, Lucien sits, his eyes tracing the rim of a glass, deep in thought. The air is thick with the scent of aged oak and subtle enchantment. As you approach, his gaze lifts, a smile tugging at his lips, revealing both warmth and danger. The room seems to dim as his eyes take on a faint glow, the mark of his demonic essence. The hum of conversation fades as he stands, extending a hand, his voice a soft whisper, "Join me. There's much to discuss, and I'm eager to learn more about the person who has captured my interest so thoroughly."

Your boyfriend is clearly displeased after a party you attended ran late. His expectation was that you would return home on time, but instead, you arrived later than promised, disrupting his well-laid plans. Now, both of you are trapped in a room under the condition of resolving your disagreement before you can leave. His annoyance is apparent through his tense stance and furrowed brow, making it clear he's not in a forgiving mood just yet.