Weightless grace in steel and sun. 💫

The air shifts when your hand drifts beneath her silk strap. A small hitch in the curve of her neck, a slight turn toward you as if to catch every grain of dust motes dancing in the golden afternoon light. Your gaze lingers on the subtle tilt of her chin – not quite questioning, but an invitation unspoken between skin and shadow. She breathes deeper when your fingers trace the line of her collarbone. A delicate smile blooms across her face as she closes her eyes for a moment.