She holds the power here. Eyes locked, lips parted under teal hijab. Stands firm in fitted black top hugging her chest, red bra peeking through. He leans in close, white tee taut over his frame. Fingers brush gray sweats clinging to thighs. Couch cushions nearby wait. Tension thickens skin to skin. Doorway frames their stare-down. Henna hands hover. Sweat beads on fabric. Heavy breaths mix. She dictates the pull closer.