Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the quiet room, gilding the dust motes that danced between them. He stood by the window, a silent silhouette against the dying light, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Every fiber of her being was drawn to the subtle curve of his smile, a secret promise meant only for her. The air grew thick with unspoken words, a heavy, sweet perfume of anticipation that made her skin hum. When his gaze finally met hers, it was like a physical touch, a warm caress that traveled straight to her core. She watched, mesmerized, as his fingers traced a slow, absent pattern on the cool glass pane. A shiver traced the line of her spine, not from the evening chill, but from the sheer force of the longing coiling deep within her. The space between them felt charged, a live wire humming with the potential of a single step, a single touch. Her heart was a wild drum against her ribs, beating a frantic rhythm that echoed in the quiet. In that suspended moment, she felt herself unraveling, every carefully held piece of her soul yearning to be gathered into his safe, steady hands.
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