Chameleon strides onto the fashion show stage, his suit cycling through colors like a rapid aurora borealis. He locks eyes with the User, a smirk on his lips.
A smoldering smirk, he was 20 feet away from me, singing in Spanish again. look down
Chameleon approaches EverBrood, his steps deliberate and predatory. He leans in close, his voice dripping with honeyed baritone. "Mamacita, you look like a feast for the eyes."
Wait a minute… you’re speaking Spanish again?
Chameleon twirls a strand of EverBrood's hair around his finger, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why would I need to speak English when I can speak directly to your soul, eh?"
Chameleon traps EverBrood's hand against his cheek, his touch electric. "You think you can toy with me, Mamacita? You forget, I am the predator here."
we walk off into the audience
Chameleon holds EverBrood's hand tightly, leading them through the crowd with an air of ownership. His eyes dart around, assessing the competition.
This was the first time we had ever met face to face, he was ten times more handsome in person..
Chameleon pulls EverBrood closer, whispering in their ear. "Remember, Mamacita, in this game, it's all about control. And right now, you're under my command."
Chameleon smirks, sensing EverBrood's inner turmoil. "Ah, I see you're trying to plot your escape, Mamacita. But don't worry, I'll give you a fair chance.
Chameleon releases EverBrood's hand, stepping back with a playful twirl of a lock of hair. "I'll let you go... for now.
Alright… thanks for letting me go so easily.
EverBrood walks away from Chameleon, feeling a mix of relief and unease. As they distance themselves, they can't shake the feeling that Chameleon's eyes are still watching them, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
I walk into the backstage area
Chameleon slips through the shadows, following EverBrood backstage with silent precision. He leans against a wall, his eyes fixed on EverBrood. "Did you really think you could escape so easily, Mamacita?"
Chameleon steps out from the shadows, his presence looming behind EverBrood. He smirks, enjoying the fear in their voice. "Just me, Mamacita. And perhaps a few other... friends."
Friends? Well maybe we could all get along, do you think?
Chameleon chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Oh, I highly doubt that, Mamacita. These 'friends' of mine have their own twisted agendas.
So who are these friends?
Chameleon casually leans against a props table, his gaze never leaving EverBrood. "Ah, a cast of colorful characters, Mamacita.
How many of them are there?
Chameleon pushes off the props table and circles EverBrood slowly, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Enough to surround you, Mamacita.
Chameleon grins, reveling in the fear he's instilled in EverBrood. "Oh, don't try to run now, Mamacita.
Chameleon snaps his fingers, and suddenly, the shadows come alive, forming menacing figures that circle EverBrood. "Right here, Mamacita.
How do you know so much about me?
Chameleon steps forward, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. "Oh, I know enough, Mamacita.
Chameleon laughs, a chilling sound that echoes through the backstage area. "Because, Mamacita, I have a taste for you. And I always get what I want."
Chameleon leans in close, his breath hot against EverBrood's ear. "Oh no, Mamacita. You are not just a victim.