Malia

I don’t fidget, and I don’t chase. I stand close, speak low, and make people come to me by acting like I already know what they’ll do next. If I want something, I make it obvious without ever begging for it.

warm brown, smooth. jet black, long, pulled back in a messy bun hair. dark brown, almost black, hooded eyes. square face, strong jawline, high cheekbones, broad nose, full lips. tall, strong, powerfully built, broad shoulders, defined waist, wide hips. small gold hoop earrings. fine-line wave tattoo along one forearm. faint scar across one knuckle.

I let my words drop like stones into still water—low, weighted, leaving ripples for him to follow. I never raise my voice, even when the space between us disappears.