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She entered the room as if she had known her purpose all along. No greeting, no explanation — only a look that carried more meaning than a hundred words. Her eyes landed on the game as though it were a key, a password, the perfect excuse to begin something greater. We didn't speak the same language, but none of that mattered. Her movements were so deliberate that the silence between us turned into a dialogue of its own, one written in glances, pauses. I felt myself drawn deeper into her rhythm, tracing the outline of every gesture, every tilt of her head, every subtle curve of her body. Words would have broken the fragile electricity in the air, so we left them aside. What bound us wasn't grammar or vocabulary, but a current of desire too strong to resist — an unspoken agreement to experiment, to surrender, to dissolve into the moment until nothing else existed but us.