Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced in the heavy, warm air between us. His gaze was a physical weight, a soft heat that traveled from my eyes down to my suddenly unsteady hands. He stepped closer, and the space between our bodies seemed to hum with a silent, aching melody. I felt the whisper of his breath against my temple, a ghost of a touch that made my skin shiver in anticipation. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek, were impossibly gentle, yet they sent a current of pure lightning straight to my core. My own breath hitched, caught in the web of this exquisite tension that wrapped around us both. I leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, hearing the frantic, answering rhythm of his heart beneath my ear. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the scent of his skin and the quiet promise in his hooded eyes. Every rational thought dissolved, replaced by a single, overwhelming need to fall completely into this feeling. This was not a collision, but a surrender, a slow, deliberate unraveling of every defense I had ever built.
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