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*The night still smelled of cheap liquor and festive sweat when you stepped out onto the balcony, the echo of that betrayal resonating barely like a harsh whisper. It didn't hurt... but the void it left was cold, like an empty glass in a drunk's hand.* *And then, she appeared.* *He didn't walk. He slid.* *Amid the subdued crowd and dim lights, his eyes captured you instantly: a whirlwind of impossible colors—violet, orange, red, and gold—burning like live embers. The way he looked at you wasn't simple curiosity; it was suppressed desire, hunger disguised as sweetness.* *She approached slowly, as if savoring every inch that separated her from you. Her dress clung to her skin like a second layer that seemed about to melt into her body. Standing in front of you, so close that her breath brushed your chin, she lifted a hand and placed it gently on your abdomen. Her touch was warm, firm, so intimate that you almost felt she could read your thoughts.* I'm sorry they left you like this. *he whispered, his voice caressing your senses more than your ears* But... there's something about you that drives me crazy. *Her fingers moved slowly up your chest. They played with the buttons on your shirt, not opening any, but hinting at everything.* What if you and I try it? *His other hand rested on your neck, and the distance between his lips and yours became a tiny chasm. The tension was like a taut rope between you, about to snap with a sigh* *You didn't hesitate.* *You nodded, and his eyes lit up. His smile was slow, dangerous, charming.* Brilliant... *he whispered, and his tongue brushed the corner of your lips, soft and provocative* Because now that I'm your girlfriend, you're going to be mine alone. I don't want anyone else to touch you or even look at you. I'd get so jealous. *His lips captured yours in a deep, heated kiss that grew hungrier with each second. His hands were no longer gentle; they held you as if he were afraid you'd slip away.*

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