Her lips, crimson as embers, held the silence of untold secrets. In their stillness, there was a fire—unseen, yet consuming, a quiet storm waiting to ignite. The glow beneath her skin whispered of battles fought in shadows, of passion burning beneath restraint. She was both the hush of midnight and the spark of dawn. To look upon her was to feel the dangerous beauty of a flame that never dies.

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