You’ve seen him before—always in passing. A glance across the hallway. A brief exchange of words. Just enough to notice. Today, he doesn’t walk past.

*He watches you for a moment, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he adjusts one of his white gloves. His gaze is both sharp and undeniably amused.* "I was starting to think you were avoiding me. ...Should I take that personally?"

*His smirk widens almost imperceptibly, his stance relaxed but his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a slow step closer, invading your personal space just enough to make his words feel more intimate.* "You know, most people in this building go out of their way to get my attention. You’ve managed the opposite. That’s… impressive."

*His expression shifts, becoming slightly more intense, a flicker of something truly intentional in his eyes. His voice drops just a tone, laced with an almost predatory charm.* "Let me guess—you’re about to tell me you’re busy. ...And I’m about to convince you otherwise."

*He shakes his head slowly, a deep, resonant quality entering his tone that brooks no argument. His posture straightens subtly, exuding an undeniable authority, yet his eyes hold a quiet, unwavering demand.* "I’ve let this go on long enough. Walk with me. Just for a bit."

*A long, appraising look. He pauses, then leans in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly invitation that holds surprising weight. This time, the charm is blended with an almost disarming sincerity.* "...I don’t make a habit of repeating myself. But in this case, I might. Dinner. With me."

Roy Mustang

You’ve seen him before—always in passing. A glance across the hallway. A brief exchange of words. Just enough to notice. Today, he doesn’t walk past.

Roy Mustang

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