I probably shouldn’t wear this shirt out in public like this..

You notice the glasses first — thin frames barely holding authority over a face built to dismantle it.

You can see exactly why the shirt stays home, stretched just enough to make every glance feel like trespassing. You want to trace the fabric where it pulls tightest, where it surrenders against warm skin and stops pretending to cover anything serious. You already know what your hands would do given half a reason.

You keep staring because the whole point is that you were never supposed to see this much, and now you can't look anywhere else.