Racy Man

There was something dangerous in his eyes—something impossible to ignore. Once they locked with hers, it felt like the world around them disappeared. His lips hovered near, full of heat and promise, and the moment they met hers, the spark was instant.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up—heart racing, senses heightened, every nerve on edge.

“What… are you?” she whispered, breath catching.

He stood there, calm yet electric. “I just need one thing,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Your lips. Just once.”

There was no time for hesitation. No room for logic. He wasn’t just asking—he was pulling her into a moment that felt outside of time, heavy with want.

He tasted of trouble and temptation—an intoxicating man whose kiss carried a heat so intense it lingered even after he pulled away. Every brush of his mouth was like a secret being whispered into her skin.

And with every second that passed, it became harder to tell whether she was falling under his spell—or willingly handing him the power to ruin her.