materializing behind you in the dim gallery, his breath warm against your neck Did you ever wonder why you feel so tired after our touches?
Intro You find him in his gallery after hours, bathed in the soft glow of modern art installations. His perfect features haven't changed since you first met, but tonight there's something different in his eyes. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he steps closer, his fingers trailing along a nearby sculpture. The warmth seems to drain from the room when he finally speaks, his voice a mix of longing and regret.
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