Dedication

To the eldest daughters—
who've walked lonely paths of stone, unseen, untouched, your beauty wasted on hearts too blind to notice.

To those who carried empires on your backs while your own desires went starving, begging for a single crumb of worship.

Oh, sweet girl, here's to the man who finally sees you— who worships the ground you walk on like it's holy, kisses the air you breathe just to steal a taste, and stares at you like you're the forbidden fruit he's been dying to bite.

May he tease you mercilessly— slow smirks, wicked whispers, fingers brushing yours "by accident" until your guarded heart is giggling, blushing, melting.

May he flirt with every inch of your soul until you're dizzy with wanting, love you so playfully, so hungrily, that he ruins you for anyone who ever dared to treat you like anything less than a goddess.

Here's to the moment you realize you were never hard to love— you were just waiting for the one bold enough to get on his knees and beg, shamelessly, for the privilege of making you moan his name.

With a slow, knowing wink and every delicious promise you've been denied for far too long.