Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze. He stood by the glass, his quiet presence a familiar anchor in the storm, and I watched the subtle shift of his shoulders as he breathed. When he turned, his eyes held a universe of unspoken words, a deep, liquid warmth that made my breath catch. He didn't speak, only extended a hand, his fingers gently lacing with mine in a silent question. A shiver, not from the cold, danced up my arm as he drew me closer, until I could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart against my own. His forehead rested against mine, our shared breath a fragile, warm cloud in the cool air, and the world outside ceased to exist. In that suspended moment, every guarded wall within me began to tremble and fall, not with force, but with a profound, aching tenderness. I felt the gentle pressure of his lips on my brow, a seal of something sacred and new, and a quiet sob of release caught in my throat. This was not an end, but a delicate beginning, an unraveling of my own fears in the safe harbor of his embrace. We stood there, two souls woven into the quiet hum of the night, finally whole.
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