Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, its distant hum a soft lullaby against the windowpane. He watched her, a silhouette framed in moonlight, as she turned with a smile that promised everything and demanded nothing. His fingers found hers, a gentle intertwining that felt like a whispered secret between their souls. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the unspoken words hanging between them. A slow, deliberate dance began, a shift of weight and a meeting of foreheads that spoke of infinite patience. Her breath hitched as his thumb traced the line of her jaw, a touch so light it was almost a memory. She leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, hearing the frantic, answering rhythm of his heart against her ear. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the shared space of their breath and the electric silence of their gaze. It was a surrender not of bodies, but of barriers, each one crumbling under the weight of a tenderness too profound for sound. This was not a conquest, but a homecoming, a quiet collision of two lonely stars finally finding their constellation.
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