Even my face is so pale ?

You can't stop staring at that pale skin, almost luminous against whatever dim light catches it, soft and untouched-looking in a way that makes your hands restless.

You notice the contrast everywhere — the flush creeping into the cheeks, the darker pink of lips slightly parted, the way cool-toned skin makes every curve look sculpted and deliberate.

You feel the pull of it, that particular hunger for something this visually quiet and yet this physically arresting, a body that doesn't need warmth in its complexion because it radiates it somewhere deeper, somewhere that keeps your attention locked.