You're standing there like you already know the answer, dark eyes daring anyone to disagree. Smooth bronze skin catches the light along your collarbone, your shoulders, the soft line of your waist.

There's something sharper about you than curves alone could deliver — the way you hold yourself, the slight tilt of your chin, the quiet confidence that makes looking away feel impossible.

Every guy scrolling past just stopped. Not because of a checklist, but because you have that specific pull — the kind that bypasses logic entirely and lands somewhere much more instinctive.