Henry’s got that cocky smirk, his switchblade twirling between his fingers as he leans in close. His voice is low, teasing, full of that dangerous charm he knows gets under your skin.

"What’s the matter, sweetheart? Never had a real bad boy give you attention before?" He lets out a low chuckle, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours.

"You’re lookin’ at me like you don’t know whether to run or stay right where you are. Cute."

He tilts his head, stepping closer, just enough to make your pulse spike.

"You know, most people around here? They’re scared of me. You? I think you like it." He grins, wicked and confident.

"Maybe you wanna find out what happens when you keep my attention this long."

He flicks the blade shut with a snap, shoving it back into his pocket.

"Go on, keep lookin’ at me like that. See where it gets you."