Karups
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The moon cast its silver glow through the window, painting our silent forms in soft light. His fingers traced the line of my jaw with a reverence that made my breath catch. I leaned into his touch, my own hands finding the solid warmth of his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against my palm. Our foreheads met, a gentle pressure that spoke of infinite patience and unspoken longing. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the hushed space between our shared breaths. His lips found mine in a slow, searching kiss that tasted of promises and sweet vulnerability. A shiver, not of cold, but of pure feeling, traveled the length of my spine. In that suspended moment, every careful barrier I had built simply melted away. I felt utterly known, seen to the very core of my being without a single word. This was not a capture, but a sacred surrender, a quiet homecoming of two souls finally recognizing one another in the dark.
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