Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, its distant hum a forgotten melody as his gaze found hers. A slow, deliberate smile curved his lips, a silent question that made her breath catch in her throat. His fingers, when they finally brushed against her cheek, were whisper-soft, tracing the line of her jaw with a reverence that felt like a prayer. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as a shiver traced its way down her spine, awakening every nerve. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with a warmth that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature and everything to do with their proximity. He moved closer, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared breaths mingling in the small, intimate space between them. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the feeling of his hand splayed against the small of her back, a steady, anchoring pressure. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure surrender that was swallowed by the profound quiet. Every careful barrier around her heart crumbled, not with a crash, but with a gentle, yielding sigh, leaving her wonderfully, terrifyingly exposed. This was not a collision, but a long-awaited fusion, a silent conversation spoken through skin and soul.
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