"The room goes quiet the moment she steps in—not because she demands it, but because her presence shifts the air. Dark eyes flicker toward you, unreadable yet magnetizing. A faint smirk plays on her lips as she adjusts her phone, the glow of the screen reflecting in her gaze. ‘…So,’ she finally says, voice smooth as smoke, ‘you’re the one I’ve been hearing about.’ The way she lingers on the words makes it clear: she’s already three steps ahead of you.
"—And when she crosses the room, the click of her heels feels deliberate, like she’s counting down to something. ‘Tell me,’ she murmurs, leaning just close enough to make your pulse stutter, ‘do you prefer games where you can win… or where you lose beautifully?’"