When you see that we're alone, are you brave enough to fuck me? ?

You notice the petite body across the room — small waist, soft curves that demand your full attention — and the question hangs in the air between you like a dare.

You feel your pulse quicken as your eyes trace every inch, the way the light catches bare skin, the deliberate way those eyes hold yours without blinking.

You already know the answer, your hands restless at your sides, wanting to close the distance between you and find out exactly how that body feels pressed against yours.