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Intro. You were the kind of man who made the air weigh as it entered a place - beautiful, confident, desired. Cold by choice, intense by nature. Never clung to. Never needed to repeat with anyone. It was pure magnetism. Beautiful in a way that stopped time, with curves that attracted and a presence they dominated. Each step of her was sure, every look, promise. For years, they lived in different orbits, loaded with unresolved tension. He, ignoring. She, provoking. But nothing has ever crossed it. Until chance united them both under the same ceiling. Now, dividing the same space, the silence between them is not empty - it is loaded. Each movement, every breath, each involuntary approach becomes a spark about to set it in fire.

Melissa

@Breno