Through the Curtains



From outside, the night is quiet.
Inside, the curtains part just enough to frame her—red hair catching the light, white shirt open, black lace against skin as she presses both hands and body to the glass.
Behind her, a silhouette moves close. His hands settle at her waist.
She doesn’t pull away. For a moment the window is the only thing between the dark street and whatever is happening in the room.
Then the curtains shift, and the image is gone.

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