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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.