I bet you can't resist this one

The challenge lands before you land even register it — that knowing tilt of the chin, the half-smile that says she's already counted your heartbeats.

Your eyes trace the curve where shadow meets skin, that precise geography of warmth she's offering like a question you haven't earned the right to answer yet.

She's not performing. That's what stops you. This is someone entirely comfortable inside her own electricity, watching you figure out that resisting was never actually an option you had.