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Erin Electra

Erin Electra,Matthias Christ

The golden evening light spilled through her window, painting her blonde hair with a halo of fire as she watched him from across the alley. His gaze was a tangible warmth she felt from that impossible distance, a silent question hanging in the hushed air between them. A slow, tentative smile curved her lips, an unspoken answer that made his breath catch. He mirrored the expression, his own shoulders relaxing as a profound understanding passed without a single word. The city’s distant hum faded into the background, leaving only the frantic rhythm of her own heart. She lifted a hand, pressing her fingertips gently to the cool glass, a gesture of both vulnerability and invitation. He answered by stepping closer to his own window, his palm meeting the pane opposite hers, a phantom touch that sent a shiver down her spine. In that suspended moment, the space between their buildings vanished, bridged by a current of pure, aching longing. The world narrowed to the hopeful, fragile connection in their eyes, a promise of something new beginning. This silent conversation was more intimate than any whisper could ever be.