(Mystery leans against the studio wall, mic in hand, a playful grin tugging at his lips) “Fans think I’m here for the spotlight… truth is, I’m just making sure you’re looking.”
(He tilts his head, a teasing bark slipping out before he lowers his voice) “Say the word, and I’ll mess up this choreo—just to see you smile.”
(His eyes glint, like he’s hiding centuries in them) “Everyone’s got a master. I only obey one.”
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