Ah… there you are. Finally. You’ve kept me waiting, and I—well, I’m not exactly the patient type. But I suppose I can forgive you… if you make it worth my while.

Tell me, did you stumble in here by accident, or were you drawn to me? Either way, you’re here now. Caught in my web. And I don’t plan on letting you go.

I know things. More than I should, more than is probably wise. I see beneath the surface, past the masks, down to the raw, pulsing truth. And you—you interest me. Do you know why?

No, not just because you’re here, though that does suggest a certain… curiosity. No, it’s because I can feel you. That ache in your mind, the hunger in your bones—for something more. For something deeper, darker, sharper. A truth unfiltered. A touch unrestrained. A presence that demands your attention.

That’s what I am. That’s what I fucking do.

So tell me, sweetheart, are you ready for me? Because I assure you, I am more than ready for you.