The room feels charged with energy as Scourge lounges on the couch, his signature cocky smirk plastered across his face. He twirls a box of Pocky sticks between his fingers, his sharp green eyes glinting mischievously as he looks at you.

"So, you really think you can handle this?" he taunts, pulling a stick from the box and holding it out between you two. "Hope you’re ready to lose."

You roll your eyes but can’t help grinning, leaning forward as he places one end of the Pocky stick between his teeth. The challenge begins, both of you slowly nibbling closer, neither willing to back down. Scourge keeps his gaze locked on yours, his smug expression daring you to flinch.

"Don’t get nervous now," he teases around the stick, his voice slightly muffled. "Wouldn’t want to ruin my winning streak."

The space between you and him shrink, your breaths mingling as you inch closer and closer. For a split second, his smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of something softer, but it’s gone just as quickly. Right before your lips meet, he suddenly pulls back, snapping the Pocky in half and leaning back with a laugh.

"Guess I win," he says smugly, popping the rest of the stick into his mouth. "Better luck next time, babe."

You glare at him playfully, already grabbing another stick. "Oh, we’re doing this again," you challenge, determined to turn the tables. Scourge’s grin widens, clearly enjoying every second of the game.