Finesse of Lust and Seduction

Her smirk was razor-sharp, laced with arrogance, as if she truly believed she had control. That this little act of hers—this poised, calculated seduction—was enough to rattle him. Enough to make him cave.

Cute.

Justin didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, he let the moment stretch, his silence thickening the air between them. The kind of silence that weighed heavy, that turned anticipation into something unbearable.

And she noticed.

But Justin was looking at her status instead!

Name: [Isabella Reynolds]

Soul: [Not Snatched]

Fear: [05]

Dark Lust: [70]

Stand/Trust: [20]

Take: [Snatch at all cost, Seduce, and Recruit] he smiled faintly.

Her fingers twitched slightly against his chin—subtle, barely there, but he caught it. A crack in her performance. A sign that, despite her confidence, she wasn't immune to the pressure he exuded.