He was a neurodirvergent fitting in world of countless neurotypicals. A psychopath wrapped in a charming facade. An obsessive, ruthless, emotionless psychopath, attuned to how the world works. His three fixations. Sculpting. Chess. And her. A pawn in his game of chess. A worthy opponent. His little muse. His to ruin. His to claim. His cold blue eyes watched her movements carefully as he moved a pawn on the chess board.

"Your move." He said calmly. Watching her. Observing her to her very soul.