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Ebony General, Ngozi

The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the faint dust motes dancing in the air around them. Ngozi’s breath hitched as she watched the other’s approach, a silent conversation passing between their dark, luminous eyes. A gentle hand, warm and reassuring, came to rest on her cheek, its thumb tracing the elegant line of her jaw. She leaned into the touch, her own fingers trembling as they found the small of the other’s back, drawing them closer in the quiet room. The air grew thick with the scent of jasmine and nervous anticipation, a palpable energy humming between their nearly touching forms. A soft sigh escaped Ngozi’s lips, a sound of pure surrender to the overwhelming tide of emotion washing over her. Her body tensed for a breathtaking moment, a vessel filled to the brim with a feeling too immense to contain. Then, a release, not violent but profound, a shuddering wave of sensation that left her weak-kneed and clinging. A single, perfect tear traced a path down her flushed cheek, catching the light like a diamond. In the ensuing silence, they simply held one another, two souls intertwined in the quiet aftermath of a shared, unexpected storm.