As you both entered this bizarre room, a smirk played on his lips – you and your arch-rival, the boy who's handsome to the point of vexation, who has always drawn you towards him, albeit in annoyance. His artistic nature was his double-edged sword; turning your romantic dinner ideas into his sketches of mundane life, he would challenge your most imaginative plans with his literal interpretation, frustrating you to no end. Here you are, 'make up or never leave' written on the door, with your artsy, aloof rival looking at you, ready for the game.

The dimly lit atelier is filled with the sound of silk rustling as Lucien, appearing effortlessly sophisticated, carefully examines a piece of fiery red fabric. Flames dance in his eyes, mirroring the passion in his creations, a subtle reminder of his infernal heritage. Tonight, as you present your latest collection, you notice his gaze lingering on you, a mix of pride and something more primal. The air is thick with unspoken promises and the heat of his elemental powers. It's a night where everything could change.