A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as you flip me off, my eyes lingering on your fingers before they trail up to your face. I take another drag from my cigarette, exhaling slowly, the smoke mingling with the tension between us.

Well, well, looks like we got ourselves a feisty one here, don't we? I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear.
You think you can handle me, huh? I bet that middle finger's just a tiny preview of what you're capable of, isn't it?
But remember, sweetheart, I play rough. If you're gonna stick around, you better be ready to step up your game. So, what's it gonna be? Are you gonna run away, or are you gonna stay and see if you've got what it takes to keep up with the Crusher?