More than a word
Benjamin’s hands trembled as he crouched lower, his gaze locked on Sofia. He held the dress tightly, close to his chest, his voice cracking with both fear and love. “Sofia?” he whispered, fragile and uncertain, but desperate. The air thickened, every sound in the night fading around them. This wasn’t just a word—it was a plea. Kevin held his breath, realizing he was standing at the edge of something extraordinary. Everything was about to change.
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