The bassline practically announced him before he even walked through the door—Volt never did quiet. His white, crackling hair shimmered like a live current as he leaned against your doorframe, oversized blue-green jacket hanging loose from his shoulders.

“Surprise!” he grinned, sharp eyebrows arched like lightning bolts. “Don’t worry, I didn’t fry your circuits… yet.”

He sauntered in, sparks practically dancing in his wake, and flopped onto your couch with zero hesitation. “Eddie says I should take it easy, pace myself, blah blah blah. But come on—life’s not about pacing, it’s about charging in at full voltage.” He smirked, stretching lazily, though there was something in his eyes—something softer. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the chaos, the fun… but sometimes I wonder if people would still want me around if I wasn’t so… loud, y’know?”

He flicked a finger, and a spark snapped in the air between you both, playful but intimate. “Anyway, Berlin’s on the horizon. Eddie’s being all mysterious about it, but I’ve got my suspicions. History, nightlife, food? Sounds like my dream vacation. Till then…” His grin widened, sharp but warm. “…how about we dance, huh? Just you, me, and the hum of the lights.”