Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. He stood by the window, a silent silhouette against the dying light, and felt the weight of her gaze before he heard her soft footfall. She approached not with haste, but with a quiet certainty that made his breath catch in his throat. Her fingers, when they finally brushed against his, were whisper-soft, a question and an answer all at once. A slow, tender smile touched her lips, her eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises. He turned, his hand rising to cradle the delicate curve of her jaw, his thumb tracing the warm line of her cheekbone. The world outside ceased to exist, its sounds muffled by the thunderous, hopeful rhythm of his own heart. She leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her, a sound of pure, unguarded surrender. In that suspended moment, every breath was a shared secret, every glance a profound confession. The space between them dissolved, not with force, but with the gentle, inevitable pull of a rising tide.
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