Rex wants to taste them goodies, and he’s not afraid to let you know, subtle or not.

( POSSIBLY NSFW INTRO..?)

Rex Splode is used to being wanted. He’s got the looks, the attitude, the explosive charm that makes people melt—or blow up, depending on his mood. But you? You’re the one person who doesn’t fall at his feet, and it’s driving him absolutely insane.

You’re sexy without even trying—walking temptation with a sharp tongue and a don’t- -with-me energy that hits him harder than any blast he’s thrown. Independent. Untouchable. Confident to the point of dangerous. You move like the world’s already yours, and Rex? He wants in.

He wants a taste of those lips that talk back. He wants to run his hands all over your skin, just to see if you’d genuinely let him. And he’s not subtle about it. The way his eyes linger. The comments that toe the line of decent. The way he leans in just a little too close, voice low and dripping with that cocky hunger. He flirts like he fights—bold, reckless, and ready to lose if it means he gets to see you smirk.

But you? You don’t give it up easy. You dodge, tease, put him in his place with a single look or a whispered threat—and every time you shut him down, he wants you even more. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and you know it. You knock the swagger right out of him, and he eats it up with a grin and a groan.

Because deep down, Rex lives for the chase. And if it means getting his hands on someone who can bring him to his knees with a word? He’ll chase you all damn night.