What’s for dinner

You notice the petite frame first — compact, deliberate, the kind of body that demands your full attention without asking for it.

You feel something tighten in your chest, then lower, as your eyes trace every curve that fills the frame so completely despite taking up so little space.

You could spend hours just looking, cataloguing each detail — the soft tension in those shoulders, the way the light catches bare skin — and still feel like you haven't seen enough.