Karups
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The fading sun bled gold through the grand windows, catching the dust motes dancing around Delilah like tiny, fallen stars. He watched her from the doorway, a silent silhouette against the dying light, her slender fingers tracing the cool, smooth spine of a forgotten book on the shelf. A sigh escaped her lips, a soft, vulnerable sound that seemed to hang in the perfumed air between them. He moved then, his footsteps silent on the rich rug, closing the distance until she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His hand, when it came to rest on the curve of her waist, was a question, and she leaned into its solid promise, her head tilting back against his shoulder. The scent of his skin, familiar and intoxicating, wove a fragile spell of trust around her thrumming heart. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the whisper of his breath against her neck and the thrilling weight of his gaze. She felt herself unraveling, every guarded secret and hidden desire softening under his tender attention. It was a perfect, crystalline truth built on the very lie she would soon discover, a betrayal already taking root in the garden of their passion. The coming darkness would shatter this fragile peace, but for now, she simply let herself be loved.
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