Published: July 6th 2025, 3:44:18 pm
A fox’s gaze doesn’t jump at you. It glides. Studies. Teases.
It silently asks, “Are you sure you know who you’re dealing with?..” 😏🦊
I don’t rush into arms. I approach. Quietly, confidently…
And by the time you notice — it’s already too late. Could you resist that kind of predatory sweetness?.. 💋