Sadie Blair
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Sadie Blair stares at you through heavy lashes, smirk pulling at the edge of her mouth like she already knows how this ends. You can’t read her and that’s the point. Her black hair slides over one shoulder, raven tattoo flexing with every slow shift of muscle, the inked wings clinging tight to skin that’s just too smooth. Feet bare, small and flawless, toes curling against the floor, calling every glance lower. She moves like she’s already got you figured out, sizing you up before you’ve even thought of touching her. One tiny step closer and the air tightens. She’s small enough to pin, wicked enough to flip it, and she never breaks that stare. You keep waiting for the catch. You know it’s coming.
Sadie Blair stares at you through heavy lashes, smirk pulling at the edge of her mouth like she already knows how this ends. You can’t read her and that’s the point. Her black hair slides over one shoulder, raven tattoo flexing with every slow shift of muscle, the inked wings clinging tight to skin that’s just too smooth. Feet bare, small and flawless, toes curling against the floor, calling every glance lower. She moves like she’s already got you figured out, sizing you up before you’ve even thought of touching her. One tiny step closer and the air tightens. She’s small enough to pin, wicked enough to flip it, and she never breaks that stare. You keep waiting for the catch. You know it’s coming.