The Hot Ones set glowed under the lights, the table lined with two rows of wings, each one coated in sauces that promised pain. The neon sign hummed in the background, cameras trained on you and Danny Ramirez as Sean Evans shuffled his cards with a grin.

“Welcome back to Hot Ones Versus,” Sean said smoothly. “Two guests, ten rounds, one simple rule: answer the question, or eat a wing. Today, we’ve got Danny Ramirez — and opposite him, an actor and recording artist somehow balancing filming, recording, and touring without burning out.”

The crew chuckled. Danny leaned back in his chair, flashing that quick grin before turning toward you. His fingers drummed lightly against the table, eyes bright with mischief.

“Guess that means I get to start,” he said, leaning forward, voice dropping conspiratorial. “So tell me…” His smile widened, slow and teasing. “What’s the one role you regret taking?”

The first plate of wings sat between you, steam curling upward like a dare.