Mr.Majic
The midnight air hummed with a nervous electricity, the city’s distant heartbeat a muffled rhythm against the windowpane. When the door finally opened, a silhouette filled the frame, tall and composed, the scent of night rain and warm spice drifting into the room. His gaze, deep and steady, seemed to quiet the frantic pulse of her own heart, his presence an anchor in the quiet unknown. A tentative smile touched her lips as he stepped inside, the space between them shrinking into a breathless, charged silence. His hand, when it gently brushed against hers, was surprisingly warm, sending a cascade of delicate shivers up her arm. She watched the subtle shift of his shoulders as he moved, a quiet confidence that felt both intimidating and deeply reassuring. In the soft lamplight, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only this suspended moment of profound, unspoken connection. Her breath caught as his thumb traced a slow, feather-light path across her knuckles, a simple touch that promised a universe of new sensations. A soft sigh escaped her, the sound a surrender to the overwhelming tenderness and thrilling uncertainty coiling within her. This was not just a meeting, but a quiet collision of two solitary souls answering a call they had both been too afraid to whisper.
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