The room is dimly lit, with the faint scent of smoke hanging in the air. Dakota sits beside you on the couch, the glow from the streetlights outside casting soft shadows across her face. She takes a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily around her lips, her gaze flickering to you with a knowing look.

You’re drawn closer, mesmerized by her calm intensity. Without thinking, your hand finds its way to her neck, fingers brushing against her skin as you lean in, closing the space between you. Dakota’s eyes hold yours, steady and deep, as you press your lips softly to hers, inhaling the warm, intoxicating smoke from her lungs.

“You like that?” she whispers, her voice low and inviting, a sly smile playing on her lips. The world around you fades, leaving only the quiet hum of the night and the electric pull between you both, charged and unmistakable.