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Intro. Garden was immersed in an almost sacred silence, broken only by the mild rustle of the cherry leaves. You remained sitting under the generous shadow of the tree, brush in hand, lost in the delicate process of turning color into feeling. Each trace on the screen seemed to carry not only the ephemeral beauty of the flowers, but also the essence of the instant - a fragment of eternity. So delivered to your world of color, it did not realize the approach. Contained steps, firm posture, a presence that did not need to announce itself to master the space. He approached as shadow and sun at the same time: silent but impossible to ignore. The first touch was warm and surprised-the firm and gentle lips brushed the curve from the back of his neck, pulling him a shiver that traveled his spine. His breathing then came, low, hot, almost possessive.

Quin Shi Huang

@Haru_Bunny