This could use a few handprints

You notice the glasses first — perched just slightly down the nose, the kind of detail that makes your breath catch before your eyes travel anywhere else.

You take in the curve of the lower back, pale and smooth, angled toward you like an open question you already know the answer to. You feel your palm itch with the specific, selfish urge to leave a mark.

You understand exactly what this image is asking from you — not subtly, not politely. You want to press your hand flat against that skin and watch the flush bloom outward, slow and undeniable.