Comatozze
The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the edges of cumatozz’s silhouette as he stood by the window, a silent testament to the tension humming in the air. His gaze, heavy with unspoken words, found Comatozze, who sat perfectly still, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as if to keep her composure from unraveling. The scent of rain on hot stone drifted through the open pane, a perfume of longing that seemed to whisper secrets only they could understand. He took a slow step forward, the quiet creak of the floorboard echoing the fragile state of her heart. She felt the warmth of his approach before his shadow gently fell over her, a tender eclipse that made her breath catch. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, were not demanding but questioning, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver cascading down her spine. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of surrender, but of a profound and aching recognition that this moment was inevitable. He knelt before her, his eyes reflecting the storm of emotion she felt swirling within her own chest, a mirror of shared vulnerability. In that suspended silence, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the palpable space between their yearning bodies. Their foreheads finally touched, a sacred convergence where every forbidden desire was confessed without a single sound.
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