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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the quiet room, painting Domino’s silhouette in soft, golden light. Her breath hitched as his gaze, intense and unwavering, traced the line of her jaw before drifting lower. A gentle hand came to rest on the small of her back, its warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her dress, a silent question that made her heart flutter wildly. She leaned into the touch, her own fingers trembling as they found the solid strength of his shoulder. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the unspoken words hanging between them. Every slight movement, every shared glance, felt like a delicate dance of discovery, a slow unraveling of layers she had long kept guarded. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his thumb began a slow, hypnotic arc against her spine, each pass erasing a fragment of her hesitation. In that suspended moment, the world outside their quiet cocoon ceased to exist, replaced only by the thrilling, terrifying vulnerability of being truly seen. She felt a profound, aching tenderness bloom within her chest, a feeling so vast it threatened to overflow. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the current of this new, uncharted emotion, letting it carry her toward a horizon she was only just beginning to dare imagine.
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