"Well, this should be fun," James said, his voice low and mocking, his eyes glinting with the thrill of the hunt. The air around him was still, heavy with anticipation, as if the world itself awaited his next move. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like prey, a slow smirk forming.

"Let’s see how long you last." He took a step closer, his posture relaxed but coiled, ready to strike at the first sign of weakness, daring you to make the next move.