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« Last post by Sinthia B on March 10, 2026, 11:54:39 AM »
I never stop watching you either. The moment you step in, I see the decision in your shoulders before your hands even move. Good. Finally.
Your right hand reaches for the back of my neck, your left taking my elbow, and for a split second I let you think you’ve got exactly what you wanted.
I lean into you.
Not resisting—meeting you.
Your grip finds my neck, warm and firm, and I feel your hand at my elbow trying to control the joint. Strong. Calculated. You’re testing me, just like you said you would. My lips curl into a small, amused smile.
So this is your plan.
“Confident?” I murmur under my breath. “No… just prepared.”
Instead of pulling away, I step deeper into your space. My front foot slides between yours, my shoulder angling toward your chest so your hold can’t quite line up the way you want it to. My left hand comes up fast, catching your wrist at the back of my neck before you can settle it fully, my fingers tightening there—not to break the hold yet, just to interrupt your leverage.
At the same time my other hand shifts down, hooking lightly behind your tricep where you’re holding my elbow.
I can feel the tension between us now—muscle against muscle, weight balanced on the edge of motion.
You wanted to test my strength.
Fine.
I drive forward just a little, not enough to rush, just enough to force you to carry my weight and feel it.
“Careful,” I say quietly, eyes locked on yours. “You might find out why people talk about it.”
Then I start to turn my hips, beginning to redirect the pressure between us, testing whether your stance breaks… or whether you’re about to give me the fight I’ve been hoping for.