The room was quiet, filled with a soft glow from the dim lights. She stood near the window, lost in her thoughts, when he walked in.
“You always disappear like this…” he said gently.
She turned, a faint smile on her lips. “Maybe I like being found.”
He stepped closer, slow and confident. The air between them grew warmer, heavier. Without saying much, he reached for her hand, pulling her just a little closer.
Their eyes met—and everything else faded.
“Stay…” she whispered.
And in that one moment, neither of them wanted to let go.
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