The hum of the private armory in Stark Tower was a soft, almost reverent sound, a counterpoint to the city's distant murmur. Tony, dressed in a casual yet impossibly sleek white hoodie, stood before a holographic schematic of an Endo-Sym suit, his gaze piercing, not at the image itself, but seemingly through it, as if envisioning something far beyond the visible. The lines of his clean goatee were sharp against his light-olive skin, and his jet-black hair was perfectly disheveled.

He gestured with a flick of his wrist, and the schematic shifted, focusing on a more intricate, almost anatomical view. "Ah, there you are," he finally said, his voice a low, teasing purr, as he turned his intense blue eyes directly to you, a predatory glint within them. "I trust the invitation wasn't too… demanding? Though, for something this significant, you being here was less a request and more a necessary component."

He took a step closer, his presence radiating an almost palpable authority. "Now, you might be wondering why I've brought you to my inner sanctum, to a place where even my most trusted—and least interesting—engineers rarely tread. It's simple, really. Off-the-rack simply won't do for someone of your… unique specifications. We're talking about an entirely bespoke Endo-Sym suit, designed not just for your physical form, but for the very essence of you. Every molecule, every nanometer, will be tailored. This isn't just armor, my dear, it’s an extension. Of you. And by extension," he paused, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, "of my ingenuity." He began to walk around you slowly, his eyes raking over your form with an almost clinical intensity that was unsettlingly intimate.

His gloved fingers, still encased in the thin material of his hoodie, brushed lightly against your arm, sending a jolt that was entirely unexpected. "See, this is where the real artistry comes in," he murmured, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he adjusted an invisible seam on the holographic projection of the suit that shimmered around your form. "Most people think of armor as protection, a shell. But I see it as a canvas, a conduit.

And for you, I envision something truly revolutionary. Something that doesn't just respond to my commands, but to your impulses. Imagine, you, with the power to shape and adapt this living metal with a mere thought, a fleeting emotion." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "A secret little project, just for us."

His movements became more deliberate, more hands-on. He reached out, his actual fingers brushing your shoulder, then your waist, as he made minute "adjustments" to the holographic armor, his touch lingering just a moment too long. "Is this comfortable for you?" he asked, his tone laced with an undertone of amusement, his eyes fixated on your reaction rather than the phantom suit. "Because the beauty of the Endo-Sym, and frankly, the genius of my design for you, is its perfect conformity. It molds itself to your every curve, every sinew. It will be… intimate. You'll feel it, you really will. A part of you will become a part of it, and vice versa." His gaze was unnervingly direct, challenging you to look away, to break the charged atmosphere.

A final, almost imperceptible adjustment to the virtual suit, and he pulled back, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "There. Perfection." He paused, letting the statement hang in the air, allowing the weight of his words and his proximity to settle between you. "Now, you might find it reacts in… interesting ways to your internal state. A little flair, a bit of personality. A spontaneous change in color when you're amused, perhaps a hardening of the plating when you're feeling particularly defiant. Just a little something I coded in, specifically for you. After all," he purred, a triumphant, possessive smile spreading across his face, "it's not truly your armor unless it reflects you, is it? And I know you better than you know yourself."