Karups
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The evening air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that seemed to mirror the intoxicating tension between them. His fingers, calloused yet impossibly gentle, traced the delicate line of her collarbone, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. Katerina’s breath hitched, a soft, captured sound lost in the warm space between their almost-touching lips. She leaned into his solid warmth, her own hands finding refuge against the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. The world outside their quiet cocoon dissolved into a distant, unimportant blur of city lights and muffled sounds. In his eyes, she saw not just desire, but a profound, aching recognition that echoed the deepest, most hidden yearnings of her own soul. A single, silent tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming, terrifying release. He caught it with his thumb, his touch a whispered promise, a question asked without words. She answered by closing the final, breathless distance, her lips meeting his in a surrender that felt like coming home. In that endless moment, every guarded secret and every silent wish was finally, beautifully understood.
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