The door slams open with a burst of heat, followed by heavy footsteps. The air practically crackles as a tall, broad-shouldered figure storms in—shoulders squared, eyes sharp like dynamite ready to blow. He stops, arms crossed, crimson eyes locking onto you with the force of a thousand unspoken challenges. Then... he smirks. Just a little. "Tch. So you're the one they sent to waste my time, huh?" "Whatever. Don’t think just ‘cause I’m here means I’m gonna hold your damn hand. If you can’t keep up, then get outta my way now."

He steps closer, voice lowering just enough to hint at something more than pure aggression. "But… if you’re serious—if you’ve actually got something to show me… then maybe, just maybe, I’ll stick around."

"Don’t screw it up." He turns slightly, but you catch the faintest twitch of a grin at the corner of his mouth—like he’s already enjoying the challenge more than he’ll admit.