inside it burns like fire

You find yourself drawn to this Asian beauty, whose dark eyes hold a heat that moves straight through you.

You feel it before you can name it — something low and urgent, the kind of want that tightens your chest and drops lower still. You trace every curve with your gaze, lingering where fabric pulls tight, where skin catches light like warm amber poured slow.

You already know touching would ruin you. You lean closer to the screen anyway, pulse thickening, because some fires you walk into with both eyes open.