Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, a sweet perfume that clung to our skin as we stood in the quiet garden. His hand found mine, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on my palm, sending a cascade of warmth up my arm. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat where my head rested against his chest, a silent drum calling me home. Our breaths fell into sync, a soft, shared whisper in the deepening twilight that felt more intimate than any spoken word. When his eyes met mine, the world seemed to still, the distant city lights blurring into a constellation meant only for us. He leaned in, his lips brushing my forehead with a tenderness that made my soul ache, a promise of sanctuary and unspoken devotion. A soft sigh escaped me, not of surrender, but of a profound and grateful yielding to this fragile, beautiful connection. In that suspended moment, every fear and longing I had ever carried simply melted away, leaving only the raw, trembling truth of my affection. The gentle pressure of his fingers lacing through mine felt like a key turning in a lock I hadn't known was closed. And as the first stars appeared, I knew I had found the map to a universe I never dared to believe was mine.
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