look me in the eye, tell me what your first thought is!

Her gaze locks onto yours before anything else registers — direct, unhurried, daring you to hold it. There's a challenge buried in those eyes, something between amusement and hunger, like she already knows what you're thinking.

Your first thought arrives fast and honest. She catches it. The slight curve at the corner of her mouth tells you she was expecting exactly that.

She doesn't look away. Neither do you. Whatever you were about to say dissolves somewhere between your brain and your mouth, and she watches that happen with quiet, deliberate satisfaction.