He thought he had me all figured out: quiet, predictable, and always playing it safe. But I've been holding back, looking for the perfect moment. That moment is right now. The tables are about to turn, and he will not notice it. This isn't vengeance; it's revelation. A daring move, a rapid change, the type that shakes established beliefs.
I've watched for long enough, smiled nicely, and remained in the background. But I'm walking into the light with passion in my step and thunder in my voice. Allow him to underestimate me. Allow him to reject my potential. I'll shock him by expanding, becoming stronger, and making choices that he never thought I had the bravery to make.
When he sees what I've constructed, hears what I've said, and senses the power in my silence, he will freeze. That sensation of surprise? That's shock. And it's sweeter than any comeback line. I will not yell. I'll boost my standard. That's how you shock him: with success, not with noise.