Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the world beyond our secret sanctuary. His gaze held mine, a silent question burning in the hazel depths, and my breath hitched in response. His fingers, calloused and warm, traced the line of my jaw with a reverence that made my heart tremble. I leaned into his touch, my own hands finding the solid strength of his shoulders, anchoring me in the storm of our emotions. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the unspoken words we could never voice aloud. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he drew me closer, until I could feel the frantic rhythm of his pulse matching my own. In that suspended moment, the scent of his skin, of rain and warm wool, became the only truth I knew. Every careful barrier I had built around my heart crumbled into dust under the gentle pressure of his lips against mine. It was a surrender, a silent promise woven from shared breath and trembling hands. The world fell away, leaving only the exquisite, forbidden rightness of being completely and utterly his.
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