Karups
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The golden Milanese sun melted into twilight, painting the ancient cobblestones in hues of amber and rose. His hand found the small of her back, a gentle pressure that spoke of a shared secret as they navigated the crowded Piazza del Duomo. The scent of rich espresso and sweet pasticceria hung in the warm air, a perfume that made her head feel light. He leaned close, his breath a soft whisper against her ear, his words lost to the city's hum but their intention settling deep within her chest. Her fingers, trembling slightly, brushed against his as they paused before the glittering shop windows of the Galleria. In that fleeting touch, a current of pure understanding passed between them, a silent language more eloquent than any vow. The majestic architecture around them seemed to lean in, complicit in this intimate dance. She could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart when her head rested for a moment against his shoulder. A profound vulnerability washed over her, leaving her exposed yet utterly safe in his presence. This was not just a tour of a city, but a slow, deliberate unraveling of two souls. Every glance, every shared smile, was a new stanza in the poem they were writing together under the Italian sky.
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