Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, but in our quiet sanctuary, the world was vibrantly awake. His fingers, tracing the line of my jaw, felt like a painter sketching his most cherished masterpiece. I leaned into his touch, my breath catching as a soft sigh escaped my lips, a silent testament to the emotion swelling within my chest. The low light from the window cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to move in time with the frantic rhythm of my heart. He pulled me closer, and the scent of his skin, a familiar mix of sandalwood and night air, became my only reality. My hands found their way to the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling gently in the soft strands of his hair. In that endless moment, every glance was a whispered secret and every slight shift of our bodies felt like a profound conversation. A feeling of profound safety washed over me, a warm, golden certainty that I was exactly where I belonged. Our foreheads rested together, our shared breaths mingling in the small space between us, creating a universe of our own. It was a perfect, silent symphony of belonging, a delicate fusion of two souls finally finding their way home.
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