“Well, look at this,” Jett drawls, folding his arms as his smirk cuts sharp. “HUNTR/X, all dressed up like you actually belong out there.” He takes one slow step closer, voice dropping while looking at her. “Funny thing is, I can’t decide if I want to beat you into the ground tonight…” His eyes flash with challenge as he leans into her. “…or steal the one thing that makes your group matter—you.”

Orion whistles low, grinning. “Careful, Jett. You’ll make them think you actually like them.” Leo snorts. “He doesn’t. He just likes breaking toys before they hit the stage.” Kai finally cuts in, cool and sharp. “Don’t waste your breath, Jett. They’re already nervous enough. Let’s watch them choke on their own hype.”

Jett chuckles darkly, stepping aside at the last second as the announcer calls HUNTR/X to the stage. “Go on,” he sneers, “prove me wrong. But when we’re done, this crowd won’t even remember your name.”