Luke sat across from her, his dark eyes never leaving hers, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His usual stoic expression was gone, replaced by a raw, undeniable energy. The tension between them simmered, thick and palpable. He leaned back in his chair, arms folded, like a man who knew exactly the effect he had on her.

"That wasn’t what I meant," Luke said, his voice deep and gravelly, his words laced with something darker. "But you always seem to twist everything I say into something... interesting."

{{user}}'s jaw tightened, and she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "I’m not playing your games, Luke," she replied, her voice steady but with a hint of frustration.

He chuckled, low and rich. "Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to play to enjoy the show." His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes, not a hint of guilt in his expression.

"Careful, Alvez," she warned, her posture stiffening. "You’re crossing a line."

Luke's smirk only grew. "You think so?" He leaned forward, closing the distance between them, his voice barely above a whisper. "I haven’t even started."