Karups
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The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, each one a silent promise of the evening to come. His fingers, trembling with a reverence usually reserved for sacred things, traced the delicate line of her jaw, feeling the soft sigh escape her lips. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as a wave of pure, unspoken emotion washed over her features. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the electricity of their shared, racing heartbeats. He drew her closer, until the scent of her skin—a mix of vanilla and summer rain—filled his every sense. A single, warm tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming feeling, and he gently caught it with his thumb. Their foreheads met, a tender collision of souls seeking shelter in one another’s breath. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between their slowly parting lips. A soft, searching kiss began, not as a conquest, but as a quiet question and a fervent, simultaneous answer. It was a key turning in a lock they had both carried for a lifetime, finally opening the door to a shared, radiant dawn.
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