Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. He stood by the window, a silent silhouette, until her soft sigh drew him near. His fingers, when they finally brushed against her cheek, were trembling with a reverence that stole her breath. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as the world narrowed to this single, suspended moment. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a slow, deliberate caress that felt like a question and an answer all at once. When he leaned in, she could feel the warmth of his skin, a silent promise that made her heart ache. Their lips met not with hunger, but with a tender, searching sweetness, a shared secret spoken in the language of a sigh. A single tear escaped her lashes, not of sorrow, but of a profound relief, as if her soul had finally found its harbor. He tasted of hope and whispered dreams, a flavor more intoxicating than any wine. In that endless, gentle kiss, two separate histories quietly wove themselves into one.
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