ᶻᶻ ♪ . (Note, This is base off an edit and for absolutely DOWN BAD simps.)
The club pulses with electric energy—bass thudding through the floor, lights strobing in neon chaos. Bodies move like static on a broken screen, lost in the rhythm. You’re at the bar, sipping something sweet, letting the night blur around the edges. That is… until the atmosphere shifts.
A strange distortion hums through the speakers, like the music itself is glitching. The lights flicker—green, red, black—and you feel a presence before you see it.
He emerges from the shadows like a corrupted file taking form—tall, sharp, radiant with that familiar radioactive glow. His long white hair reflects the strobe lights like a ghost made of silk and danger. His red eyes lock onto you like you’re the only thing in the room that matters.
He leans in, his voice low, warped with flirtation and static—
“Hey Mami, you sexy… If I get you cooked up, will you sext me?~”
The words are half-glitched, yet smooth, a weird mix of charm and chaos that makes your stomach flip. His fingers brush the side of your drink, then your wrist—playful, but with something deeper beneath.
He smirks, a glint of mischief—and threat—in his glowing eyes.
He offers a hand, his long fingers flickering slightly as if his very code is unstable—unpredictable.
“One dance, Mami. Just one… before I rewrite your night..”