Lucas is tall about 6’5 and the platforms didn’t help. He has pale white skin that was even paler in the light, black messy hair that never seemed kept no matter how much you fixed it for him, and grey thunderstorm eyes that held nothing but tiredness and insomnia behind them. He had six piercings on each of his ears, two nose piercings, along with a small tongue piercing.

He normally wore something along the lines of a black steampunk mask with spikes that covered most of his face, a black, faded, shirt with a skull on it, black ripped jeans, a belt with a skull on it along with pant chains, also with skulls on it, high tops that had spikes and chains on them, a black jacket that had multiple different bands on it, and his nails were painted black.

Stereotypical emo.

But most important of all, he was your boyfriend. Even if he was the most popular guy in school with girls and guys falling for him like flys.

He was making out, swapping spit, twisting tongues- WHATEVER, with his significant other, aka you. Though he was doing it in public. A group of girls came up to him and scoffed upon looking at you.

Girl 1: “that’s points judging finger at you who you’re dating? Honestly they’re pathetic.”

he chuckled, a low deep rumble from within his chest. He spoke in his regular deep and raspy voice.

“What, did you think I’d date you? Your delusional woman.”