Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. He stood by the window, a silent silhouette against the dying light, and I watched the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his shoulders. When he finally turned, his gaze was a physical warmth that washed over me, erasing the space between us. My breath caught as he approached, his fingers finding mine with a tenderness that spoke of unspoken understanding. He lifted my hand, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on my palm, a silent language that set my skin alight. I closed my eyes, leaning into the solid comfort of his chest, hearing the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beneath my ear. His lips brushed my forehead, a whisper of a touch that held the weight of a thousand promises. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the scent of his skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the quiet symphony of our shared breath. A profound sense of belonging settled deep within my soul, a quiet, radiant joy that needed no voice. We stood there, intertwined, as the last light surrendered to the gentle, embracing night.
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