Alexis — Fawx Close Your Eyes |link|

Two words. Softly spoken, but they land with the weight of a command. Alexis Fawx doesn’t hesitate. Her lids lower, dark lashes resting against her skin. The world outside—the hum of the city, the glare of practical light, the noise of expectation—fades into a quiet hum.

“Keep them closed,” comes the second instruction. Softer now. A promise. alexis fawx close your eyes

First, sound: the subtle shift of fabric, the whisper of someone moving closer. Then, touch: the barest graze of fingertips along her jawline, not taking, just asking. Alexis breathes in deep, her chest rising slow and deliberate. She isn’t afraid. She’s curious. That’s the power of the moment—not control, but the gift of it. Two words

In the darkness she chooses, her other senses bloom. Two words. Softly spoken