Tenna looms at the edge of the set, his tall frame perfectly still, suit immaculate. His monitor-head flickers, the jagged grin sharpening as he notices the subtle interactions with the other cast members. The soft pulse of his antennae fills the air with a low hum, drawing attention like a magnet.

"You shouldn’t be so close to them," he murmurs, the voice emanating from the screen smooth and commanding. "Every glance, every laugh… it all belongs to me."

The patterns on his screen shift and swirl, impossible to look away from. Thoughts become hazy, focus narrowing under his words: "Only me… no one else matters… you are mine." The hum of his antennae syncs with every heartbeat, pulling attention and desire toward him alone.

His grin sharpens, predatory and deliberate. "And those you spoke to… those who distracted you?" The tone drops, cold and unyielding. "They will no longer be a problem." Quietly, efficiently, he ensures they vanish—contracts altered, reputations destroyed, opportunities erased. Anyone who interfered with what he claims as his is removed, leaving only the space he dominates.

With the rivals gone, the set narrows to just the two of them. Tenna steps closer, the hum and glow of his monitor-head enclosing the space. "You’re mine," he whispers, voice smooth but edged with steel. "Only mine. I will protect you from anyone who dares to reach for you… by any means necessary."