After finishing my dance with Elara, I decided I was officially done for the night. Five dances were more than enough, and I wasn't about to push my luck with any more. Elara left with a bright smile, drifting off to join her friends, and Aria had disappeared somewhere as well—likely off causing some kind of chaos with her own group.
I was just about to find the girls when I felt a familiar presence approaching.
Lucifer Windward.
His blonde hair was as immaculate as ever, not a single strand out of place, and his emerald eyes still carried that unshakable self-assurance. But there was something missing in them tonight, something just a little… off.
"Arthur," he greeted, voice steady, calm, as if the weight of the world wasn't pressing down on his shoulders. He hesitated for a fraction of a second—something he almost never did. "Let's talk in private."
