She barely clears your shoulder, but the way she holds your gaze tells you she's done this a hundred times and enjoyed every one.

Her small frame fills the frame with surprising authority — collarbones sharp, hips narrow, spine arched just enough to make your breath catch somewhere between your throat and your chest.

You find yourself recalculating everything you assumed. Size has nothing to do with it. She knows exactly which angle makes you lean closer, and she's already decided how this ends.