You sit back in your seat, the room quiet until suddenly, Lucian leans in with a smirk, pressing his lips to yours. A sharp taste of smoke fills your mouth as he blows the smoky kiss into you, his grin widening as he pulls away.

"I just ruined Kieran’s helmet," he says nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Blamed it on you, of course."

Before you can respond, he’s already on his feet, darting off to hide, leaving you with the lingering taste of smoke.

As you turn, you hear a familiar voice clear its throat behind you, Kieran’s presence looming, quiet and commanding, a contrast to Lucian’s playful chaos.