Karups
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The sun had long since vanished, leaving the sky bruised with violet and gold, and the warm air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine. He stood behind her on the balcony, his hands resting gently on the railing on either side of her, creating a silent, intimate sanctuary. She leaned back, her spine a soft curve against the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. His breath stirred the fine hairs at her temple, a whisper of a touch that sent a shiver cascading down her neck. When he slowly turned her to face him, the world fell away, leaving only the profound tenderness in his gaze. His thumb traced the line of her jaw with a reverence that made her breath catch in her throat. In that suspended moment, every unspoken word and shared secret passed between them in the quiet language of their eyes. She lifted a hand to his cheek, her touch a question, and his answering smile was a silent, fervent promise. They moved together in a slow, wordless dance, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breaths mingling in the sultry air. It was a connection that felt both entirely new and as ancient as the stars beginning to pepper the twilight sky above them.
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