Quietly radiant. A secret smile when no one is looking. It's mine. ✨

The scent of sandalwood and summer rain clings to her skin when you brush your hand against the curve of her neck. She tilts, slow as amber flowing, eyes closing for a heartbeat beneath flyaway strands. A delicate blush rises on the shell where your fingers trace. Her breath hitches, light as silk—a silent question in that subtle shift of weight. You hold it there, this almost-smile, savoring every delicious hesitation.