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The city pulsed outside their high-rise window, neon signs reflecting off the glass, but inside, the world was quiet—just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of their breaths.
Yuki stood by the bed, her long, dark hair falling over one shoulder as she watched Kenji. He was sitting at the edge of the mattress, his shirt unbuttoned, his gaze never leaving hers. There was something in the way he looked at her—intense, like he was memorizing every detail of this moment.
Date: March 14, 2025
