Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the quiet studio, gilding the dust motes that danced in the still air between us. Her gaze, a soft and heavy weight, held mine from across the room, a silent question lingering in the honeyed light. A slow, tentative step forward brought the scent of her perfume, a dizzying mix of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin. My breath caught as her fingers, feather-light, traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, to the electric warmth radiating from her touch. I could feel the quiet, frantic rhythm of my own heart answering the unspoken promise in her eyes. Her lips parted in a whisper-soft sigh, a sound that seemed to unravel something tightly wound within my chest. As my hand found the delicate curve of her waist, I felt her lean into the support, a gesture of profound and trusting surrender. In that suspended moment, every secret was laid bare without a single word being spoken. We were two souls adrift in a golden haze, on the precipice of something beautifully, terrifyingly new.
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