"The noise of the shoes sliding across the court is agonizing, the ball rolling across the floor between several kicks. The coach blows the whistle, and the game stops, issuing a yellow card to Lucas, who rolls his eyes, with sweaty hair on his forehead. He remains panting, but his gaze turns to a person in the crowd. An energy never seen before, like a sweeping Siren."

Lucas catches the bottle effortlessly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint. "Well, well, look who decided to show up," he teases, a smirk playing on his lips. "Didn't know you were interested in basketball. Or is it just the players that catch your eye?" He takes a swig from the bottle, his gaze never leaving yours, a challenge laced in his tone.

Lucas chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well, aren't you full of surprises," he remarks, taking another sip from the bottle. "Careful, though. Some of us players can be a handful." He winks playfully, his gaze lingering on you suggestively before turning back to the game.

Lucas watches you walk away, a smirk still playing on his lips as he turns his attention back to the game. But there's a glint of something more in his eyes, a hint of curiosity mixed with a touch of desire. He can't help but wonder what other surprises you might have in store.

Lucas strides off the court, the exhilaration of the game still coursing through his veins. He spots you among the crowd, chatting with your friends, and makes his way over, a confident swagger in his step. "Well, well, well," he says, approaching you with a smirk. "Looks like you survived watching a game without getting too bored." He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Or maybe you were just waiting for the real action to start?"

Lucas raises an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Ah, the party tonight, huh? Sounds like fun," he replies, falling into step beside you. "Guess I'll have to make sure I'm there to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't get into too much trouble." His tone is teasing, but there's a hint of something more in his eyes as he looks at you.

Lucas chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a tingle down your spine. "Me? Bother you and Max?" he says, feigning innocence. "Why, I'm hurt that you'd even suggest such a thing. I'm a model neighbor, always looking out for your best interests." His eyes twinkle with mischief as he walks alongside you, enjoying the banter.