The jacket fits like a second skin, black leather pulled taut across her chest, the zipper dragged just low enough to make a decision without fully committing to one.

Your eyes trace the line where smooth skin meets that dark material — the pressure of it, the deliberate tension, the way she's engineered exactly how much you get to see.

She's looking somewhere past the camera, unbothered, which makes it worse. The leather creaks when she breathes. You notice that. You notice everything.