She's looking straight at you — not through the lens, but at you specifically, like she already knows you'll keep coming back to this image.

One arm raised, fingers loose against the doorframe, the weight of her chest shifting with each slow breath. The lighting catches every curve without apology, soft shadows pooling exactly where your eyes keep drifting.

This is the face you unlock to. The body that greets you before your day starts and after it ends — familiar now, but somehow never quite finished surprising you.