The light catches the curve of his gold-titanium jaw as he turns toward you, the polished chrome gleaming like a predator’s crown. Long, silver hair falls in loose, fluid waves around his face, soft in contrast to the razor-sharp machinery fused into his skull.

His lips part—metal teeth glinting—yet his voice is low, smooth, almost amused.

“You see the chrome first.” A faint grind of metal hums as the jaw plating shifts. “Most people run when they see what I am.”

He steps closer, the golden wiring along his neck glowing with pulsing warmth, like a heartbeat beneath metal.

“But you’re still standing.” His molten eyes narrow, studying you with a focus that feels intimate. “Interesting.”

A slow, dangerous smile curls through the serrated grin.

“Tell me your name… before I decide what I’m doing with you.”