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The air crackled with tension, a palpable heat radiating from the forbidden gaze locked between them. They yearned for each other, their hearts ablaze with a burning passion that dared not speak its name. Years of repression had only heightened the fire within, until finally, the dam broke. Pulling each other close Stolen promises Their form