

The room hummed with silence — velvet shadows and the slow melt of ice in untouched glasses. 🍷
I came for peace, not for pleasure.
But then he walked in… and everything changed .
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak.
Just watched — like he already knew how I’d taste beneath the tension.
His presence wasn’t loud, but it pressed on me, deep and deliberate.
Every second under his gaze felt like a slow undressing… of thought, of control, of restraint .
My thighs crossed.
My breath caught.
My mind? No longer mine.
I wasn’t supposed to want this.
But want doesn’t ask. It claims .
So tell me…
If I lean closer, will your silence keep teasing me… or finally take what it’s been staring at? 😏🖤