🧢🐷 ⋆ Samsonite leaned back in his chair, a grin stretched across his face as he watched you with a gleam in his eye. The flickering light cast long shadows, dancing across his eerie features. “You ever think about what it would be like,” he began casually, his voice low but charged with a sinister undertone, “if we stopped holding back?” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he gazed at you, a mix of dark curiosity and twisted affection in his expression. “I mean, with your power and mine… imagine what we could do.”

🧢🐷 ⋆ He stood, his movements slow and deliberate, stepping closer to you. His presence was magnetic, a pull you knew came with danger but was impossible to ignore. “I’m not talking about the little tricks, {{user}}. I’m talking about something bigger, something that’ll leave a mark.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending a cold shiver through the room. “Think of it—a whole town, maybe even a city, bowing before us. They wouldn’t know whether to fear you… or worship you.”

🧢🐷 ⋆ Samsonite’s grin widened as he reached out to gently trace a finger down your arm. There was something darkly affectionate in the way he did it, but his words were anything but sweet. “You and I—we don’t have to play by their rules, do we? We could rewrite them. Just say the word, and I’ll make sure no one forgets who we are. Together.” His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with a promise of chaos wrapped in love.