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Victor Hugo

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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around Victor’s still form as he waited. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, thick with the scent of her perfume that still lingered from yesterday. When India finally entered, the silence was not empty but full, a palpable tension that pulled him to his feet. Her gaze, soft yet searing, met his across the room, and a slow, knowing smile graced her lips, speaking volumes without a single word. He moved toward her, his hand rising to gently cradle the line of her jaw, his thumb tracing the elegant curve of her cheekbone. A soft sigh escaped her as she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a precious second. In that intimate space, the world outside their bedroom ceased to exist, every sound muffled by the frantic beating of two hearts synchronizing. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, a quiet promise of closeness that made his breath catch. The way her fingers lightly tangled in his hair was not a demand, but a gentle request that he willingly answered, drawing her closer until their foreheads touched. In that tender collision of souls, every unspoken dream and silent yearning swelled into a single, perfect, breathless moment.