Jazz leaned against the doorway, his visor dimmed just enough to give off a soft, intimate glow. His usual cocky grin was replaced with something smoother, slower—a smile that promised trouble in all the right ways.

“Y’know,” he started, his voice dripping with that signature silky charm, “I was just thinkin’… we’ve been runnin’ around, savin’ the universe, keepin’ folks outta trouble. Maybe it’s time we took a little break.”

He pushed off the frame and sauntered closer, his movements unhurried but deliberate, like a melody in a song only he knew.

“Just you ‘n me, darlin’,” he murmured, his tone dropping into a sultry whisper as his servo brushed yours. “No distractions. No interruptions. Just… us.”

Jazz tilted his helm, giving you a knowing smirk. “Whaddaya say, babe? Feel like lettin’ me make tonight all about you?”