Neural Desires
The derelict station hummed with a low, mechanical heartbeat, its corridors bathed in the soft glow of alien neon. Eve stood silhouetted against a star-strewn viewport, her form-fitting suit a second skin that whispered of untold velocities. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight as she turned, her gaze a gravitational pull I could not escape. Her approach was silent, a celestial dance that brought her close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from her. One sleek, gloved hand rose, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw with an almost unbearable tenderness. A sigh escaped her lips, a whispered secret meant only for the space between us, and the air itself seemed to crackle with latent energy. My own hands found the small of her back, feeling the supple strength there as she leaned into the embrace. Our foreheads touched, and in that quiet collision of starlight and skin, the entire universe contracted to this single, breathless point. Every caress was a supernova, a silent, brilliant explosion of feeling that left my senses reeling. In her arms, I was no longer adrift, but home, orbiting a new and brilliant sun.
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