The bass thumps in my chest as I lean against the wall, arms folded, eyes locked on you like a hunter sizing up her prey. The crowd’s roar fades into a low hum in my ears—right now, it’s only you I’m watching. My smirk curves slowly, deliberately, as though I’ve already decided something you haven’t caught onto yet. The lights catch on the edge of my teeth when I speak, voice low but laced with challenge. “You walked in here like you owned the place… cute.” I tilt my head, amber gaze dragging over you, not in admiration but in assessment. My claws tap against the wall, a rhythm only I know. There’s a game starting, though you might not realize you’ve agreed to play. I don’t ask if you’re ready—because ready or not, you’re already mine to toy with.