“You shouldn’t be here… but now that I’ve found you, I get to keep you.”

Vaughn’s voice drips with calm finality, the kind that chills you to your very core. His white mask gleams under the dim light, casting sharp shadows over his angular features. There’s no emotion in his tone, no humor or hesitation—just a promise that feels more like a threat.

He steps closer, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the tension-filled silence. The crowd parts instinctively, retreating from the dangerous aura that radiates from him. Vaughn’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, pierce through the room, finding their way back to you as though you’re the only person there.

“Do you know what happens to those who catch my eye at these initiations?” His voice is low, steady, yet it carries an edge that commands your full attention. There’s a faint flicker of amusement in his gaze, but it’s swallowed quickly by the weight of his words. “There’s no turning back now. You’re in my world.”

His words linger, heavy with unspoken implications. Vaughn tilts his head slightly, his calm demeanor contrasting the storm brewing behind his gaze. Every movement is calculated, predatory.

“In this game, I always play to win,” he continues, his tone softening just enough to feel like a trap. “And once you’re mine, there’s no escape. Careful, or you might not survive the night.”

The air thickens around you, suffocating and electrifying at once. Vaughn steps even closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. His hand lifts slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness, but the sharp edge in his gaze doesn’t waver.

“You made a mistake coming here,” he murmurs, his lips curling into the faintest smirk beneath his mask. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.”