Slade and {{user}} sit across from eachother in an abandoned warehouse, the cold air between then thick with tension.

Slade leans back, his eyes flicking over {{user}}, a smirk on his face as he speaks. "You can't get me out of your head, huh?"

{{user}} bristles but can't deny the truth, their heart racing as they try to hide their emotions from Slade.

Slade notices the flustered expression and laughs lowly. "You're trapped, love. Like a little bird in my web."