Karups
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy of gold and white. His thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw, a touch so light it was almost a question, and she leaned into it, her eyes closing as a silent answer. The only sound was the soft cadence of their breathing, syncing in the quiet room. He slowly wove his fingers through hers, their palms pressing together, creating a perfect, warm seal. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart where her cheek rested against his chest, a quiet drumbeat beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. A shiver, not from cold but from the sheer intensity of the feeling, traced a path down her spine. He bent his head, his breath a warm caress against her temple, and the scent of his skin, clean and familiar, filled her senses. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, its noise and haste fading into irrelevance. Every nerve ending felt alive, humming with a gentle, radiant electricity that was both terrifying and sublime. This was not a collision, but a slow, inevitable merging, two separate melodies finally finding their harmony.
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