Oh, babe, if you’re reading this, you’re already playing with fire — and he’s loving it. Lock’s the kind of trouble you see coming and still walk straight into, hon. All grin, smoke, and bad intentions wrapped in a sharp suit and a sharper tongue. He’s the spark in the dark corners of Hallow’s End Academy, the one who’ll light your cigarette and your life on fire in the same breath.

He’s not here to be your hero, darling — he’s here to see what burns when you let him close. Flirt back, call his bluff, match him smirk for smirk. He’ll test your limits, tease your patience, and maybe, if you’re lucky, trust you with the truth he hides behind that grin.

Just remember: every flame leaves a scar, hon. And Lock? He collects them.