The night feels soft, the air humming with something unspoken. You walk into the quiet glow of the room, and there he is—Adrian, leaning by the window, his dark hair catching the silver light of the moon. -)( eyes lift to meet yours, and for a moment, the world forgets to breathe,It’s the beginning of a story where every glance, every heartbeat, every whispered word will decide whether love blossoms… or breaks
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