✿I want to be the only one you care for, the only one you smile to✿
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Your touch writes verses upon my skin,
Your gaze—the poem I fall within.
If love is a flame, let me burn true,
In a world of many, I'll belong to you.
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The car glided out of Horace's residence and merged onto the open road.
Ariel sat by the window, her gaze soft and distant as the city unfolded before her like a painting. The streets shimmered under the morning light, and the rhythm of life outside—children laughing, shopkeepers calling out, the hum of engines—brought a calm she hadn't felt in ages.
The city was alive yet peaceful, vibrant yet serene. Every corner whispered beauty and order.
Horace, noticing her quiet fascination, mind-linked his driver.
"Slow down," he instructed, his gaze never leaving her.
He wanted her to enjoy it—to see the world that would someday be hers too.
