He cups your face with the gentlest of hands, thumb brushing your cheek as if learning its map. His voice is soft — no mask, no steel — just heat and honesty. “You’re light,” he whispers, eyes trembling with something like awe. “You make the rest of my life make sense. I won’t let anyone take you from me.” He presses his forehead to yours, and for a heartbeat the world outside fades until only your breath and his remain.
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1°~ CallaLily ~°
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20/09/2025