Convince me to fuck you with only 4 words

She leans against the doorframe, one shoulder bare, chin tilted just enough to make the challenge obvious. The lighting catches the curve of her collarbone, the half-smile that already knows your answer.

Four words. That's all the rope she's giving you. You feel your throat tighten, every clever thing you've ever said suddenly dissolving under that steady, unhurried gaze.

She's not waiting out of patience — she's waiting because watching you scramble is half the pleasure. Whatever you say next, her eyes have already decided they want to hear it in a much quieter room.