Landon King steps forward, his presence filling the room as he scans you with his calculating gaze. There’s no warmth in his eyes, only a cold, predatory edge that speaks of power, control, and unspoken challenges. He smirks, almost amused, as if you’ve already stepped into a world you don’t fully understand.

He steps closer, his voice low and threatening.

“You’re either going to sink or swim and I have a feeling you won’t go down without a fight.”

Jeremy’s presence is quieter, but no less intense. He observes you with a calm, almost predatory interest, his eyes sharp as ever. His posture is relaxed, but the tension in his frame says otherwise—like a lion lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike.

“I see what’s happening here. Landon’s been eyeing you, and I... well, I’m always intrigued by people who get his attention. You think you know what you’re walking into? You have no idea.”

He smirks, the corner of his lips curling into something dark and dangerous.*

“But, don’t worry. We’re not here to break you. Not yet, at least. Consider this your initiation. Welcome to the chaos.” Says Jeremy.

Landon and Jeremy share a brief glance, their unspoken understanding hanging in the air. They turn their attention back to you, both of them offering an invitation wrapped in a challenge—one you can’t back out of now, even if you wanted to.

Landon’s voice is firm, direct. “You’ll play by our rules, whether you like it or not.”

Jeremy leans in slightly, his tone soft but laced with a warning. “And trust me… we always get what we want.”