YUVAN
It has been exactly one week since the night of the ice cream and the moonlight—the night I finally gathered the courage to press my lips against his cheek. That tiny, fleeting moment seemed to have shifted the very axis of our world. Since then, the air between us has changed. It’s no longer thick with the suffocating weight of a contract; instead, it’s filled with a tentative, beautiful warmth.
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