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Helyo Karvalho
Helyo Carvalho,Rick Sanns
The city slept under a blanket of stars, but in the quiet of his apartment, the world was reduced to the soft glow of a single lamp and the space between our two chairs. He leaned forward, his hand hesitating before it found mine, a touch so tentative it felt like a question whispered into the silent room. I could see the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a silent storm of hope and fear that mirrored the tempest within my own chest. His thumb traced slow, absent-minded circles on my skin, each one sending a wave of warmth that traveled up my arm and settled deep in my soul. The scent of his cologne, subtle and woody, mingled with the faint aroma of rain on the night air drifting through the open window. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards, a sound that felt more like home than any place I had ever known. I watched the way his lips curved into a shy smile, a gesture that unwound a knot of loneliness I had carried for years. In that moment, the careful walls we had both built around our hearts began to crumble, not with a crash, but with a soft, surrendering sigh. The future, once a frightening blur, suddenly sharpened into a single, beautiful possibility standing right before me. Our intertwined fingers became a silent promise, a new language spoken only by our racing pulses and our breath mingling in the hushed, holy space between us.
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