She's positioned herself exactly the way she wants you — no hesitation, no pretense, just that steady gaze that tells you she's done this enough times to know precisely what she's doing to you right now.

Years have only sharpened her appetite. She knows which angle makes you lose focus, how long to hold eye contact before you forget what you were thinking entirely, and exactly how much patience she has — which is none.

Your move. She's already decided how this ends, and that quiet confidence is the most disarming thing in the room. She's not asking. She's informing you.