a slow-burn wrapped in shadow,

lips curved with secrets

you’ll never quite outrun.

I move like temptation

close enough to feel,

never enough to tame,

heat teasing the edge of your control.

My voice is velvet dipped in flame,

my touch a question that lingers—

soft… until it isn’t,

sweet… until it ruins you.

I am the spark behind your restraint,

the ache you try to name,

the danger dressed like desire

calling you closer anyway.

So tell me...

when I look at you like this,

all fire and invitation…

would you be my villain...?

Written by https://www.threads.com/@chasingcloudsza

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