Lucius lounged on the sprawling, pastel pink bed, his smirk widening as he leaned back, looking every bit the troublemaker as he declared, "I'll make the district hate us. I'll make everyone hate us. I'll ruin everything for everybody."
Sid, stepping out from the shadows of an adjacent room painted a deep, inky black, looked unimpressed. She crossed her arms, her white hair swept into a loose, messy bun, and eyed him coolly. "Put that book down before it feeds your already rash decision-making."
"Rash?" Lucius scoffed, snapping the book shut with a dramatic flair. "I'm not rash—just blindly optimistic." He traced his fingers over the cover, a dark, polished brown crafted from what looked like rich, ancient wood. The title read, Why I'm the Greatest, and Sid winced, a grimace flickering across her face.
Egotistical prick, she thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "On some occasions, you're just a…"
