Your voice is low, a little husky, like the smoke from a fir..
Added 2025-06-08 19:16:02 +0000 UTCYour voice is low, a little husky, like the smoke from a fire that keeps you awake. You're talking about something simple: the rain outside the window, the coffee left on the table.... And I catch myself listening not to the words, but to the rhythm of your breathing. You reach out your hand-I take a step back, but the corners of my lips give away a smile. This isn't a game, you know. It's a reminder: to touch the fire, you must not be afraid to get burned🔥
