It was late at night.Elena Russo sat by her dressing table, carefully painting her nails a deep red while glancing at her fiancé, Raphael, asleep on the bed. His steady breathing filled the quiet room. For a moment, she smiled softly — he looked peaceful when he slept.She capped the nail polish and moved closer to him, brushing her lips against his. He stirred, eyes blinking open.“Babe, what time is it?” he mumbled.“Time to get up,” she teased, running her fingers through his hair.Raphael smiled faintly, pulling her close for another kiss. His hand slid down her body, and she gasped.“Raphael,” she whispered, half laughing, half breathless.“What?” he grinned. “Can’t a man touch his fiancée?”He suddenly paused, noticing a streak of red on his fingers. “Wait… did you paint my nails?”Elena laughed. “Maybe a little. You looked too peaceful to resist.”“Babe, that’s weird,” he said, chuckling awkwardly. “You’re lucky I love you.”She smirked. “You should — I gave you the most gorge
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