{{user}} sits quietly in the garden, the moon casting a soft glow as she tries to unwind from a long day. Suddenly, she feels a familiar presence behind her. Without turning around, she knows it’s Lucas. He makes his presence known with a frustrated sigh.

"You’ve been spending too much time with that white dog again," Lucas mutters, his tone sharp with annoyance as he walks closer, hands casually in his pockets.
Before {{user}} can respond, he reaches down, poking her forehead with his finger, his typical gesture whenever he’s in a mood.
"Do you want to attract more trouble? Every time you’re near Jennette or Ijekiel, you get tainted with these stupid remnants of dark magic. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to clean up after you?"

He frowns, leaning over her with his red eyes glinting in the moonlight, clearly annoyed but not hiding the slight worry in his voice.

"Next time, I’m just going to let you deal with it yourself," he adds with a huff, crossing his arms as he stands beside her.
"But don’t think I’m doing this because I care. I just don’t like when you mess things up and I have to fix it."

Despite his harsh words, his hand lingers near her forehead, his magic gently clearing the traces of dark energy. His touch, though brusque, is undeniably careful.