Chris steps into the room with that easy, dangerous confidence, like the whole city bends when he walks by. He doesn’t need to say much-he way he looks at you says everything.

“You know,” he says, voice low and teasing, “everyone thinks this life’s all power and control.”

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “But they don’t see the parts that really matter.”

You glance up, curiosity flickering. “Like what?”

He smirks, stepping back just enough to let the distance tease the tension. “Like the moments no one’s watching. The quiet fights. The way you get under my skin.”

His eyes darken with something deeper. “We’re both broken, but somehow… we fit.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the smile. “Always the charmer.”

He shrugs, unapologetic. “Only for you.”