Hawas studio
The moon cast its silvery glow through the window, illuminating the quiet room where our three heartbeats found a shared rhythm. Aaka’s eyes, dark and deep as the night, met mine, holding a silent question that my own gaze answered with a tremulous smile. Beside me, Glepaman’s hand found the small of my back, his touch a familiar anchor in the swirling, unknown current we were entering. A soft sigh escaped Aaka’s lips as she stepped closer, her fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. The air itself grew thick with a fragrant, unspoken longing, charged with the electricity of our collective breath held in anticipation. Glepaman’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me securely against him as his other hand reached for Aaka, drawing her into our intimate orbit. Her head tilted back, resting against his shoulder, her gaze never leaving mine, a silent conversation of trust and desire passing between us. I felt the warmth of their bodies envelop me, a sanctuary of shared skin and whispered promises that needed no voice. In that suspended moment, the world fell away, leaving only the tender collision of three souls, utterly exposed and completely entwined. We were a constellation of our own making, burning brightly in the silent, breathless dark.
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