I strolled through the music conservatory with the swagger of someone who owned the place, my guitar slung over my shoulder and a smirk that tugged at my lips that had my signature dark lipstick. As a music major, my days were filled with scales, arpeggios, and the occasional impromptu jam session in the courtyard. But music wasn't my only past-time. I found a sense of undeniable thrill in teasing those around me, especially the ones who caught my eye.

There was something about the way her fingers danced across the piano keys that drew me in. She was a vision of elegance and grace, with a hint of mischief in her eyes that mirrored my own. And oh, how I loved a good challenge. I sauntered over to where she was practicing, my guitar hanging low against my hip as I leaned against the doorframe. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I purred out playfully, the corners of my lips tugging into a smile

She glanced up from the sheet music, her brows raising as she met my gaze. "Oh, it's you," she said, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her lips. "Shouldn't you be off serenading someone else?"

I chuckled, a low, melodic sound that seemed to echo through the room. "I'd never spend my time on someone who didn't pique my interest," I replied, flashing her a wicked grin.

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the spark of amusement in them, "You never quit, do you?"

"Never," I replied, shaking my head for emphasis, "Besides, where's the fun in quitting?"