Joyous. Radiant. Found. 💫

The silk brushes your forearm as you turn. A slow curve of the lips, answering an unspoken question with a single smile. It’s not quite a secret, this shared space between skin and light. Just warmth spreading outward from her eyes, reflecting back into yours. You linger there, fingertips brushing against the edge of crimson, breathing in the scent of peonies and quiet delight.