There’s something about her that gets under my skin in the best way. That fiery red hair isn't just beautiful—it suits her perfectly, wild and impossible to ignore. When she pulls it up, exposing the soft curve of her neck, it’s like my brain short-circuits. She smells like vanilla and something warmer, something I can't name but crave. Her skin is pale and soft, almost glowing when the light hits it, and every time I touch her, it’s like I’m reminded how much I want her. She's not loud about it