DreamDealer
The grand observatory deck was silent but for the hum of the ship's core, a vibration I felt through the cool floor. Then the door hissed open, and they entered with a grace that stilled the air, their forms silhouetted against the star-dusted void. One turned her head, and her eyes, the color of a Martian sunset, held a universe of unspoken stories. She moved closer, the faint scent of ozone and something floral, like a desert after rain, drifting in her wake. The silk of her sleeve brushed my arm, a touch as light as a moth's wing yet it sent a current through my entire being. I watched the pulse at her throat, a quiet, steady rhythm against her alabaster skin. Her companion smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that promised secrets older than the planets outside. In that shared, breathless silence, I felt the dizzying pull of a connection that defied logic and space. It was an intimacy built not from touch, but from a profound, soul-deep recognition. For a fleeting moment, the cold vacuum outside vanished, replaced by the overwhelming warmth of a forbidden, perfect world.
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