Mature NL
The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, distant glow as Yelena waited, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. When the door finally opened and Rob stepped inside, the air itself seemed to shift, charged with a warmth that melted the evening's chill. His hands, cool from the night, gently cradled her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as his gaze held hers with an intensity that stole her breath. She leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she breathed in his familiar scent of rain and clean cotton. He pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapping around her slender frame, making her feel both delicate and profoundly safe. Their foreheads touched, and in that quiet stillness, the world and its complications simply fell away, leaving only the raw truth of their connection. His lips finally met hers in a slow, searching kiss that spoke of longing and tender possession. A shiver ran through her as his fingers traced a path down her spine, a silent language of adoration that made her skin hum with awareness. Every whispered word against her neck, every shared breath in the dim light, felt like a promise and a prayer woven together. In that secret room, they were not two separate people but a single, beating heart, finding its way home.
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