this is how i’ll stare at you when i wanna fuck

You catch those Asian eyes locked onto you, unblinking, loaded with exactly one intention.

You feel the weight of that stare move across your skin like a slow hand, deliberate and unhurried. You know what it means before a single word gets spoken. You've been looked at before, but not like this — not with that particular hunger that makes your pulse shift somewhere lower.

You hold the gaze and feel yourself responding without permission. You want to close the distance immediately. You understand, without question, that you are exactly where you're supposed to be right now.