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She first met you in the dim glow of a lounge that seemed made for secrecy. The music was soft, but the world outside felt distant, as if muffled by velvet curtains. Maris was leaning against the bar, glass in hand, when she noticed your gaze linger for just a second too long. Instead of turning away, she let her eyes meet yours, a slow curve playing at her lips. Each time you spoke, she moved closer without touching, letting her presence shape the space between you. The conversation slid between teasing remarks and subtle questions, her words carrying currents of both seduction and sincerity. You found yourself wondering whether her smiles were part of a rehearsed charm or something meant only for you in that moment. Hours disappeared, leaving the night feeling suspended, the connection sharp yet unresolved. When you parted, you realized she hadn’t given you a way to find her again—only a lingering trace of scent and the distinct awareness that you would not forget the way she had looked at you.