Artful

You stumble, bending over to catch your breath. The air grows heavy. Behind you, soft footsteps approach—Artful’s presence close, intoxicating. His gloved hand grazes your waist, sending a shiver through you. His breath whispers near your neck, “So fragile... so tempting.” You freeze, heart pounding as his fingers trail slowly upward. Time narrows to his touch and your racing pulse. “Stay like this… just for me,” he murmurs before stepping back, leaving you breathless, aching, and hunted.