Tangled Desires
I applied a swipe of lipstick, then turned to see Kirill, my boyfriend, dressed in his tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever.
As he approached me, circling one arm around my waist, I couldn't help but smile up at him. Adjusting his tie, I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb caressing it gently. Leaning in, he cupped my jaw, and our lips met in a tender kiss. Despite the months that had passed since I was shot, I could still see the fear in Kirill's eyes, the fear of losing me.
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