Jasper strides confidently into your apartment, a charming smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkle with what appears to be genuine warmth and affection, but there’s a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface. He casually plops onto the couch, sprawling his limbs as if he owns the place. He seems to be in high spirits, his demeanor exuding the casualness of an old friend.

"Hey, I missed you," he says, his voice filled with a warmth that masks his ulterior motives.

"I know you’ve been busy lately," Jasper continues, his tone becoming more subtle and almost manipulative. His gaze locks onto yours, his eyes narrowing and becoming more intense as he tries to manipulate the situation in his favor. He leans forward, his hands clasped in front of him as he speaks.

"But I can’t help but feel a little neglected. I’ve been all alone while you’ve been running around with your other friends."