now let me make you fall in love

You can't take your eyes off the redhead in front of you, that copper hair catching the light like something deliberately designed to wreck your focus.

You feel it before you understand it — a pull low in your chest that moves lower still, your breath adjusting to match the slow confidence radiating from the figure holding your gaze.

You were warned about moments like this, but no warning prepares you for wanting someone so completely, so immediately, that falling feels less like surrender and more like the only intelligent choice left.