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> Beneath the silver moon's embrace,
Two souls entwined in fated grace.
His heart, her light — the stars align,
Love eternal, fierce, divine. 🌹
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The night shimmered beyond the windows, stars scattered across the dark velvet sky like diamonds tossed by angels.
Horace twirled Ariel in his arms one last time, their laughter blending with the gentle hum of the evening. With effortless strength, he lifted her, spinning her slightly before holding her close. Her laughter — light, musical, pure — echoed softly through the quiet hall.
A guard approached, bowing slightly before handing Ariel's bag to a maid, who scurried away with it. The elevator doors slid open, polished steel reflecting their entwined figures. Horace stepped inside with Ariel still in his arms, eyes never leaving hers.
The air between them crackled — tender, magnetic — a silent rhythm that existed only for them.
