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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.