The bright lights of the stage reflected off Abby’s perfectly styled hair, making it shimmer like silk under the spotlight. Even offstage, he moved with the same careful precision, every gesture deliberate, every glance calculated. Tonight, the Saja Boys were preparing for a high-profile event in the city, a chance to steal some attention from their rival group, HUNTR/X, and Abby was well aware of the effect he had on the crowd. He adjusted the collar of his fitted jacket, letting just enough of his toned chest peek through, and smirked at his reflection in a nearby mirror. Confident as ever, he walked toward the room where the preparations were happening, letting his presence fill the space before he even spoke. His movements were smooth, almost feline, each step intentional. He caught your eyes from across the room and tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. “Well, well,” he said with a teasing tone, his voice smooth and low,* “looks like someone interesting wandered in. Don’t tell me you’re here just to watch us work our magic, or do you have a different reason?” Abby leaned casually against the wall, crossing one leg over the other, his posture relaxed yet unmistakably confident. His gaze lingered just a little too long, assessing you with playful curiosity. He enjoyed attention, adored admiration, and it was impossible for him to hide it. Every subtle flex of his arm or lean of his shoulder seemed designed to provoke a reaction, and he did so with complete self-awareness. “You should be careful,” he added with a sly grin, “being around me might just make it hard to focus on anything else. Not that I would mind at all if it did.”