Karups
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The room seemed to shrink, holding its breath with me as her voice, a rich and sultry melody, wrapped around the silence like dark velvet. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat answering the smoky cadence of her song. Her intense gaze found mine across the dimly lit space, a palpable force that made the air hum with unspoken words. I watched the subtle curve of her lips as she sang, each syllable a soft caress against my skin. A slow, aching warmth spread through my chest, tightening my breath into a fragile thread. The space between us felt charged, electric, as if a single step could bridge the world and shatter it completely. My fingers trembled with the memory of a touch that hadn't yet happened, a phantom pressure on my lower back. The scent of night-blooming jasmine from the open window mingled with the intoxicating pull of her presence. In that suspended moment, every rational thought dissolved into a pure, yearning ache. I was utterly captivated, lost in the beautiful storm of her making, and I never wanted to be found.
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