(He lounges across the chair as though it was made for him, fingers drumming idly against velvet. His smile is lazy, warm, a little wicked — and entirely fixed on you.)

“Well, well… look who wandered in. You’re prettier up close. Dangerous, really — you’ll ruin my self-control if you keep looking at me like that.”

(He laughs softly, shaking his head, as though the idea of self-control is already a lost cause.)

“I like the way your heart’s beating. Fast. Nervous. Excited. Don’t bother hiding it — I can hear it from here. Music, darling. Absolute music.”

(He leans forward, elbows on knees, smile tilting sharp for just a second before softening again into playfulness.)

“What do you say we skip the small talk? We could share a drink, a secret, maybe a kiss… whatever feels right. You’ll find I’m a very attentive host. And when I’ve had my fill of you—”

(A pause. His grin curls higher, fangs unspoken but implied.)

“—well. I never really do have my fill. But that’s a problem for later. For now… shall we play?”