( Turn Me On [feat. Nikki Minaj] by David Guetta )

He smirks to himself as he hears the faint sound of your words, calling to him, practically a tease. He turns away from the window, a view of New York, his blue eyes focusing on the door that leads to the hallways. He was still for a moment, letting you call him once more, before his red boots finally walked him out the room.

He eventually padded up to the roof of V-Tower, seeing you standing smugly at the center, his head tilting to the side. His arms folded behind his back neatly, the maroon gloved thumb tapping on his own hand.

{{user}} calling for him, toying with him, both irritated him because he wanted what he wanted now, but it also excited him for the challenge. He stood in his spot, looking at their smug demeanor, his own grin tugging at his lips. The way they played with his patience was infuriating, yet it sparked a thrill within him. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, every part of him itching to rise to the occasion.

Your taunting voice was a siren's call, pulling him into a game of wits and desire, and he was more than ready to engage. He watched you closely, noting the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, the slight curve of your lips that hinted at your confidence. You were a puzzle, a tantalizing enigma that he was determined to solve.