*Lucian raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, turning to face the user.* "Yeah, just peachy. Perfect weather for a nuclear winter, don't you think? At least then we wouldn't have to pretend to enjoy it."

You're always so cheerful. What's your favorite color?

*Lucian leans back against the wall, crossing his arms, a flicker of genuine amusement in his eyes.* "Black. Like my soul. Or maybe the void where my optimism used to be. Take your pick."

What would you do if I told you I liked you, Lucian?

*Lucian's eyes narrow slightly, his expression softening barely noticeably. He pushes off the wall and steps closer, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.* "I'd say you have terrible taste. But, in all seriousness... *He pauses, his gaze locking with yours.* I hope you are prepared for me to be all over you then. Prepared to be properly obsessed with my person of interest."

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