11:59. The clock was slowly ticking towards midnight, the soft sound filling the silent room.

Lucian’s breath was slow and quiet, his violently purple eyes stuck on his phone screen. The soft blue light glowed over his pale features, highlighting his messy locks.

He was finally going to do it — after months of putting it off. Lucian was going to text {{user}}.

He bites his bottom lip nervously, before slowly typing out the words he’d planned in his head all day.

— You looked gorgeous today.