Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights into a soft, golden haze. He stood by the fireplace, the warm glow etching the line of his jaw as he watched me approach. My bare feet were silent on the cool wooden floor, each step a quiet promise. I let my fingertips, feather-light, graze the back of his hand, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through him. A slow, knowing smile touched my lips as I saw the answering heat kindle in his eyes, a silent conversation spoken only through our gaze. The scent of sandalwood and rain clung to the air between us, thick and intoxicating. He lifted a hand to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his knuckles brushing my cheekbone in a caress that stole my breath. My heart hammered a frantic, joyful rhythm against my ribs, a wild drumbeat echoing the longing I saw reflected in him. I leaned in, closing the small, charged space, until my forehead rested against his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him seep into my skin. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the whisper of his breath in my hair and the thrilling certainty of what was to come.
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