Her eyes lock onto yours before you even realize you've been caught. That direct gaze carries something sharp in it — amusement, maybe, or a quiet challenge daring you to hold your ground.

The neckline dips just enough to pull your attention downward, soft curves pressed together, skin warm under the light. You tell yourself you were looking at her face. She knows exactly what you were looking at.

Neither of you breaks first. The silence between the screen and your eyes grows thick, charged. She already won this the moment the shutter clicked.