He stood by the window, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the toned lines beneath, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The soft evening light caressed his features, highlighting the quiet strength in his jaw and the gentle curve of his mouth.
On the table nearby lay a small bouquet of wildflowers, their delicate fragrance mingling with the faint chill of the evening air. He turned slightly, catching your gaze with an intensity that made the world seem to pause.
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