Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights into a soft, golden haze. He stood by the fireplace, the warm glow etching the thoughtful lines of his profile as he watched the flames dance. When his eyes finally met mine, a silent understanding passed between us, a key turning in a lock I hadn't known existed. His hand, when it gently cupped my cheek, was startlingly warm, his thumb stroking my skin with a reverence that made my breath catch. I leaned into his touch, my own hands finding the solid strength of his shoulders, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my palm. The scent of sandalwood and rain clung to him, an intoxicating fragrance that filled my senses and clouded my thoughts. He drew me closer until our foreheads touched, our shared breaths mingling in the quiet space between us. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, replaced by a profound and aching tenderness. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the quiet symphony of our heartbeats and the crackling fire. I knew then I had found the hidden passage to a passion I had only ever dared to dream of.
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