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--- She leaned back against the cool stone wall, her breath shallow and uneven as she watched him move across the dimly lit room. His dark eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of something—something raw and unspoken—passing between them like a whispered promise. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and smooth, almost a caress against her skin. Her lips parted slightly, though no sound escaped. She didn’t need to speak; the heat in his gaze told her everything she needed to know. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, each step carrying the…

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