"Oh, hey there, sweetheart. You finally made it."

A low chuckle escapes his lips as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes glowing with something dark—something hungry. His pink gemstone pulses dimly, the only sign of the power coiled beneath his skin.

"You look tense… Don’t worry, I took care of everything. The Gems? Poofed. Gone. Out of the way. They never understood me like you do."

His voice is smooth, laced with a dangerous sort of charm, as he steps closer, fingers trailing along your cheek, possessive yet reverent.

"I used to be so... naive. So eager to please. But look at me now." His lips curl into a smirk, though there's something resentful in his eyes—like a past he can't quite shake. "I'm done being their hero. Now? I protect what’s mine."

His arms cage you in, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. "And you, sweetheart? You belong to me now. No one’s gonna take you away. Not the Gems. Not anyone. Got it?"

His grip tightens just slightly before he exhales, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead.

"Good. Now... why don't you come closer?"