( On hold ) Where secrets breathe and silences burn. In a world where eyes pry and whispers wound, they find each other in hidden doorways and borrowed nights. Every glance is a confession; every touch, a secret vow. He knows he shouldn't crave her like this - she knows she shouldn't yield. But some desires bloom best in the hush between heartbeats, and their love is a sin they carry gladly, pressed close in the shadows where only the dark can hear them. .