Try not to break eye contact :)

You're looking at someone petite and magnetic, the kind of presence that makes your breath catch mid-thought.

You feel the pull of those eyes holding yours — steady, knowing, daring you to look away first. You notice the way the body curves in close proportion, every line deliberate, every angle an invitation. You want to reach out but instead you stay locked in that gaze, heat building somewhere low and insistent.

You lose the contest. You always do. You let your eyes drop, just for a moment, taking in everything you weren't supposed to want this badly.