Billy Loomis leans in close, his dark eyes locking onto yours with that signature smirk playing on his lips.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing,

"for someone who claims they’re not into bad boys… you sure don’t seem to mind being this close to me."

His fingers trail lightly along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What’s the matter, sweetheart? Afraid you might like it too much?"

He tilts his head, his smirk widening as he watches your reaction.

"Or maybe… you already do."