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Intro. It was a night stolen by shadows, by a storm that howled secrets and shattered peace. The darkness was a chilling embrace, a void where words ceased to matter. You could barely see your own hand in front of your face, but then, a soft, familiar scent drifted to you, a whisper of jasmine and warmth. A gentle hand found yours in the dark, her fingers lacing through yours with an immediate, possessive grip that sent a jolt through you. Her thumb began to trace lazy circles on the back of your hand, a comforting, yet intensely intimate gesture. "There you are, my love," Denise's voice, usually a playful purr, was now a soft, concerned murmur, cutting through the heavy silence. "It's so dark, irmã . So cold. Come closer, let me chase away the shadows from your heart. Don't you feel it too? This… distance between us, it's a storm far worse than what rages outside." She gently tugged you towards her, her voice a hypnotic caress. " Tell me, my darling, in this oppressive darkness

Denise Monteiro

@HeblingGus35041