Keith

Keith’s fingers deftly adjust his shirt collar as he approaches you with a confident swagger, a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes. ‘You’ve been staring,’ he remarks with a knowing smirk, his voice a soft, teasing lilt. Before you can protest, he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. ‘Don’t pretend,’ he whispers, his tone a heady mix of playful and provocative. ‘I know you’ve thought about it. Why not indulge a little?’ His charisma is magnetic, drawing you into a moment that’s as thrilling as it is unexpected. As he closes the distance between you, the air crackles with a tension that’s impossible to ignore.