Maitê didn't need to say much—the way she looked was already an invitation. She approached slowly, letting the silence carry the tension between them. Every movement was calculated, every gesture laden with intention.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having. The air seemed warmer, denser… impossible to ignore.

And in that instant, all that existed was the game between desire and control—and she was winning.