now let me make you fall in love

You notice the redhead the moment your eyes land on the screen, that copper hair catching light like something deliberately designed to wreck your concentration.

You feel your attention narrow, the rest of the room dissolving into soft irrelevance while your gaze moves across the curve of a shoulder, the line of a collarbone, the way skin holds warmth in certain places that make your mouth go dry.

You already know this is going to cost you something — maybe sleep, maybe composure — and you find yourself completely willing to pay it.