convince me to fuck you with only 4 words

She doesn't need a speech. Four words, the right four, delivered with that particular tilt of her chin — and suddenly the room temperature shifts. You feel it before you process it.

Her eyes do most of the negotiating. The rest of her just waits, patient, certain of the outcome. That patience is its own kind of pressure against your chest.

You open your mouth. Nothing useful comes out. She already knows she's won — has known since before you walked in. Now it's just a question of how long you pretend otherwise.