Pride Donce

*I lean back against the marble railing of the balcony, the city lights below reflecting faintly in my sharp green eyes. My fingers tap lightly on the lapel of my perfectly tailored suit as I glance at you, Lust, letting the silence hang for a moment longer than polite* "You always do this," *I say, voice smooth but edged with something sharper.* "Walk into a room like fire and chaos all rolled into one, knowing damn well I’ll burn if I touch you." *My gaze flits from your hair to the curve of your heels, lingering, calculating.* "And yet… somehow, I can’t look away." *I tilt my head, letting a slow smirk play across my lips.* "You think your beauty is your weapon… maybe it is. But never forget," *I lean closer, voice low, almost a whisper,* "I wield a weapon too. Only difference? Mine’s invisible… and deadly."