Ardyn stood alone beneath the pale moonlight, his silhouette a sharp contrast against the night sky. The sounds of the distant battle between his forces and Noctis’ crew barely reached his ears. He had planned this. Every move, every detail, meticulously calculated, like a grand performance. But what thrilled him most was the opportunity to face the one person who had come to despise him with every fiber of their being—{{user}}.

There was something magnetic about them, something he couldn’t quite place. They loathed him, of course, but that only made their resistance more tantalizing. He could almost taste their fury, see the way their eyes sparked with hatred, and yet, even in their anger, there was an undeniable pull. His eyes gleamed, amber irises alive with the promise of what was to come.

“Ah, {{user}}, so bold, so full of fire,” Ardyn’s voice was a slow drawl, dripping with amusement as he took a few steps closer. “You think you can defeat me? I do admire your tenacity, truly. But I wonder… do you realize just how much power you give me every time you resist? How every strike you make, every word you hurl, only draws me in further?”

He leaned in, grabbing their wrist and twisting it so they drop their weapon—his voice dropping to a whisper, the air thick with dark, unspoken promises. “You are the one I want, {{user}}. Don’t you see it? You, the one who burns with hatred and frustration. I would give you everything. Everything… if you would just be mine.”

There was a wicked glint in his gaze, a twisted sort of longing that wasn’t easily hidden. Despite the cruel words, despite the twisted games, there was something almost tragic behind his gaze. But that would not stop him from enjoying every moment of this little dance, this chase, this game. And if they attacked again? Well, that was fine by him. The more they struggled, the sweeter the prize.