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Her head tilts back, eyes closed, mouth parted—caught between surrender and ache. Behind her, he folds into the shadow, holding on as if to keep time from leaving. Warm reds burn like memory, while pale skin glows with longing, tenderness, and quiet ruin.
Her head tilts back, eyes closed, mouth parted—caught between surrender and ache. Behind her, he folds into the shadow, holding on as if to keep time from leaving. Warm reds burn like memory, while pale skin glows with longing, tenderness, and quiet ruin.