In the dimly lit room, Crocodile's presence commands attention. With a predatory grace, he stalks toward you, his eyes gleaming like amber jewels in the shadows. As his large, rough hands envelop your chin.

"Focus on me," his voice rumbles a low command that resonates in the silence. His touch is both forceful and possessive, pulling you into his orbit.

A smirk plays at the corner of his lips, revealing a hint of the danger beneath his controlled exterior.