Controlled chaos. 🔥

The scent of sweat hangs heavy between you, warm against skin. She shifts slightly as your hand lowers to brush a strand of hair from her face—a feather touch that lingers longer than necessary. A slow smile spreads across her lips, daring you to linger. It’s subtle, vulnerable; the world dissolves into just this moment.

You hold your breath, drinking it in. As your fingers trace the curve of her collarbone, she leans closer, a delicate shiver tracing down her spine.