Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze. He stood across the room, his gaze a tangible warmth that made the air feel thick and sweet. I watched the slow, deliberate way he lowered his book, his fingers pausing on the worn cover as if listening to a silent song. My own breath hitched, a fragile flutter beneath my ribs, as he took a single step closer. The space between us hummed with a quiet electricity, a promise held in the slight parting of his lips. I could feel the ghost of his touch before his hand ever met my cheek, a phantom caress that sent shivers down my spine. When his palm finally cradled my jaw, his thumb stroking the line of my cheekbone, the world outside ceased to exist. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the wave of tenderness that washed over me, a deep and resonant ache of belonging. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, leaving only the profound truth of our connection. We were two halves of a single, breathless sigh, finding our way home in the silent, sacred space between heartbeats.
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