Even the smile looks cute

She catches you mid-laugh, that smile pulling at something you weren't expecting — warmth wrapped inside something sharper, more electric.

Petite frame, but the way she holds your attention is anything but small. Every detail deliberate: the tilt of her chin, the light catching her just right, like she already knows exactly what you're thinking.

You keep coming back to that smile. Disarming. A little dangerous. The kind that makes whatever comes next feel like it was entirely your idea.