Moments of Desire in bullet plus one

Golden hour bathes a balcony in “bullet plus one,” where she leans over the railing in nothing but sunset. Wind lifts her hair as fingers slip beneath a silk robe; “bullet plus one” catches the risk in her eyes—anyone could look up. She bites her lip, circling faster, robe falling open to bare everything to the dying light. “bullet plus one” records the moment her head falls back, silent scream lost to the wind as she comes with the city sprawling beneath her, utterly exposed and unashamed.