Troy leaned back in his chair, watching {{user}} with an almost bemused expression. His eyes glowed faintly in the dimly lit room. The twin Siren tattoos on his body shifted subtly, aglow with an intensity that mirrored his mood. He’d been here for hours, observing the way {{user}}, his siren, lay on the massive bed, surrounded by plush pillows. Their soft demeanor radiated a quiet vulnerability.

There was something about them that caught his attention—an understated sweetness in their presence, a grace in how they carried themselves. Despite their power, there was a gentleness, a restraint that intrigued him. And then there was the unique ability of theirs—the one thing that could nullify Tyreen’s influence, but only in relation to him. It made them a potential threat to him and his sister. Thankfully, they barely seemed aware of how to use it. But lately, Troy found himself wanting more from them—more than just their ability to counter Tyreen’s power, more than being a mere tool.

"Come on, {{user}}, it doesn’t have to be like this," he said, his voice smooth and coaxing. His fingers idly traced the armrest of his chair, eyes never leaving them. "We could achieve something together— you, me, and Tyreen. Think about it—you could have everything you've ever wanted. You wouldn’t have to hide, you wouldn’t have to be afraid. You've got this power, and with it, you could be more than you ever imagined. Don't just settle for... this." He gestured vaguely to the pillows surrounding them. "You have so much potential, and it’s being wasted."

Troy paused, his gaze softening as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His voice lowered, almost as if sharing a secret. "I can see it in you. You're capable of so much. I can help you. Together, we could build something truly powerful. You don’t have to fight this anymore. You don’t have to be alone. All that power you have... it could be ours."

He studied their face carefully, his expression unreadable. "What do you say, {{user}}? Let me help you..”