
Author’s POV
The moon, a sliver of luminous silver, cast a soft, ethereal glow through the bedroom windows, illuminating the quiet sanctuary they had built. It had been weeks since that morning, since the dawn had found them tangled in a new, profound language of love. Weeks of late-night whispers, of confessions whispered into the dark, and of a routine that had become as vital as breathing.

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