BLOOD AND TEARS

He looked into her eyes, wrapped one arm around her waist, and lifted her up effortlessly, placing her gently on the table nearby.

She didn't blink, didn't flinch - just kept staring into his eyes, watching every move he made.

He took both her hands, guiding them around his neck, locking them there like a soft chain.

The grip of his hand around her waist tightened as he pulled her even closer to him - every inch closing in, heat building between them.

"Mmmm..."
She let out an unintentional moan.

Her warm breath brushed against his neck, sending a slow shiver through him. He closed his eyes, leaned in, and gently placed his lips near her ear.

His breath now whispered against her ear like a burning breeze. In a deep, husky voice, thick with desire, he murmured:

"Sara... I can't turn water into wine..."

He paused slightly, his fingers grazing her trembling skin.

"...but I can turn you into mine."

A story of an intertwined relationship - where both sides, with their hatred and love tangled like a fragile bridge, together find a path forward.
When deep sorrows and hidden shimmering dreams clash, they weave a poetic picture born from the very streets and paths they share.

written by @dinustories
edited by @myselfayisha