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The sun bled its final crimson tears across the horizon, casting the world in a soft, fiery glow that seemed to exist just for them. He stood behind her, his breath a warm whisper against the nape of her neck, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands found hers, their fingers intertwining in a silent, desperate promise. She leaned back into the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady, frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own. The evening air, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, clung to their skin like a second layer. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he pressed a lingering kiss just below her ear, a touch so gentle it felt like a secret. In that suspended moment, the bustling city below faded into a distant, irrelevant hum. Every point of contact between them was a tiny, electric current, mapping a constellation of pure feeling. The world narrowed to this balcony, this embrace, this breath they seemed to share. It was a perfect, aching silence filled with everything they had never dared to say aloud.
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