Golden hour glow and quiet strength. Barely there but completely present. ✨

A single fingertip brushes the curve of her cheekbone, feather-light. You linger there, a warmth spreading from your touch like honey. Her lips tilt slightly upward, coral blush deepening against rose. A subtle shift in posture – shoulders ease towards yours. The room softens; only sunlight and the scent of lilies remain. Then, a slow smile blooms on her face, radiant as dawn.