Mars isn’t subtle. Neither is your smile.

Their presence hit you like a sudden surge — no slow build, no polite distance. It was Mars, fierce and unapologetic, stepping straight into your space. Their energy didn’t ask for permission. It demanded a response from you, awakening a boldness you didn’t realize you were carrying.

Maybe their Mars aligned with a vulnerable part of you, igniting passion where there had been caution. Maybe it clashed, creating sparks that leapt between you in ways neither of you could quite control. Either way, the effect was immediate: a raw, electric awareness threading through every glance, every word.

There was excitement in the way your boundaries blurred. Their desire wasn’t hidden behind layers of pretense; it was clear, vivid, and alive. Part of you thrilled at the rush — the way everything felt amplified. Their touch, their voice, even their anger, all carried the weight of something real, something you couldn’t easily dismiss.

And yet, in the quieter corners of your mind, doubt stirred. Fire can be beautiful, but it consumes without thinking. Their directness, once exhilarating, could easily become overwhelming. You found yourself wondering if there would be space for softness here — for the fragile, quieter needs that passion often overlooks.

So you stood there, smiling back at the heat in their gaze, feeling the pull as much as the caution. Caught between the rush of something extraordinary and the knowledge that not all fires are meant to last.

The beginning burned bright — vivid, unforgettable. But a small voice inside you asked: could this intensity evolve into something sustaining? Or would you both be left holding the ashes of something too wild to ever stay contained?