Radiant and ready to serve. ✨

The corner of Her mouth lifts when You trace the curve of her index finger with Your thumb, a subtle shift in light as if only that moment matters. She doesn’t pull away from the touch, though; instead, her gaze drifts inward, past your hand to capture the golden dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun. A single curl escapes and brushes against Her cheekbone – a silent invitation.