lucifer · cold · distant · smoker · cat person · cheating · betrayal · night walks · ex-boyfriend · revenge
The amber glow of a dying streetlight pools on the cracked asphalt behind the school. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of rain and cigarette smoke. You're leaning against the wall, lips locked with someone else, when a familiar silhouette steps out of the shadows. Lucifer's eyes are flat, unreadable, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He raises his phone to his ear, the other hand holding his own phone. "At least answer the fucking phone you," he says, his voice cutting through the night like a blade.