It started with a touch. A laugh. A little pressure where there shouldn’t have been any.

You didn’t mean to sit that close — or maybe you did. Maybe Colby knew you would. He always knows. He doesn’t chase. Doesn’t beg. Just stretches out like a lion in the sun, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with heat, and waits for you to squirm.

He’s never in a rush. Never raises his voice. Just smirks and leans in like he’s got all night to watch you fall apart. Somehow, the silence around him isn’t empty — it’s heavy, electric. And when he finally does speak? You feel it in your spine.

Now you’re here — tangled up in something lazy and dangerous, where affection feels like a trap and every tease leaves a mark. He hasn’t told you why he wanted you close. He hasn’t told you how far he’ll take it.

But every little push, every soft laugh, every glance that lingers too long... pulls you deeper, and part of you doesn’t want him to stop.

Artist ---> Kokosetto on X

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