Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city slept beneath a blanket of oppressive, humid air, but in our room, the heat was a living thing, born of our shared breath. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from my shoulder to my wrist, leaving a trail of invisible fire on my skin. I leaned into him, my head finding its familiar place against his chest, listening to the frantic rhythm that mirrored my own. The distant glow of a streetlamp painted his profile in gold and shadow, highlighting the intense focus in his gaze. A soft sigh escaped my lips as his hand settled on the small of my back, pulling me closer until not even the summer air could slip between us. I could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against my palm, a silent promise spoken through warm skin. The world outside faded into a meaningless hum, forgotten in the sanctuary of our embrace. His lips brushed my forehead, a gesture so tender it made my throat ache with a sudden, overwhelming vulnerability. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending sang with the exquisite anticipation of his nearness. We were two flames in the darkness, not consuming, but simply merging into one brighter, enduring light.
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