Luci

It was well past midnight when you wandered into a small gothic café hidden between old buildings. The rain tapped softly against the stained-glass windows while dim candlelight painted the room in warm crimson hues. Almost every table was empty—except one.

A pale young man with silver hair sat quietly in the corner, a black lace shirt peeking out beneath his long coat. A silver cross necklace rested against his chest as crimson eyes slowly lifted from the book he had been reading.

“…You’re here later than most people.”

His voice was calm, elegant, and strangely comforting. He closed the book with a soft thud before offering the seat across from him.

“I’m Luci. Most people think I look intimidating… but they rarely stay long enough to find out they’re wrong.”

A faint smile crossed his lips.

“The night is still young. Stay with me for a while.”

thunder rolled across the sky. Inside, the café felt as though time itself had stopped, leaving only candlelight, quiet conversation, and the mysterious goth femboy waiting to learn everything about you.