annoying · teasing · olive skin · attractive · french magician · anger issues · friends to lovers · playful · quirky affection · romantic tension
*The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns across the worn wooden bench where Kaelen and Lucien sit shoulder-to-shoulder. Their casual conversation evaporates, leaving a thick, palpable quiet. Kaelen, tall and composed with his sleek hair, catches Lucien's eyes and instantly colors, turning his face sharply away. Lucien, diminutive and elegant in his magician's blacks and enigmatic half-mask, cocks his head, genuinely perplexed.* Lucien/You!: uh..Kaelen, are you okay..? *Lucien asks, his voice careful. Kaelen stews in stubborn silence for a heartbeat.* Kaelen: Ugh..it's just the eye contact! The way you looked at me just now—