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INT. BEDROOM – DAY – CLOSE ON THE PAIR. The camera holds tight as soft morning light spills through curtains behind them, casting gentle shadows across a vintage wooden dresser stacked with books and family photos — the room feels intimate, lived-in, warm. The girl sits cross-legged on the ornate bedframe, her long dark hair falling over shoulders exposed beneath an open pink knit cardigan, her skin dewy with moisture that catches the light; she smiles slightly shyly as the blond guy leans forward from beside her, his white t-shirt crisp against his toned torso and earnest expression. He leans down close, whispering, “You’re ready, right? For this... first time?” She blinks slowly, gaze flickering up to meet his eyes with quiet nerves before she answers, voice trembling slightly but clear: “Yeah… I am.” A beat passes — he breathes out gently — then pushes forward ever so subtly and whispers again as if it’s a secret shared only between them. “And... you want to feel me inside you?” She nods once, eyes flickering wet with anticipation. Then he says quietly, almost in awe: “I’ll be gentle.” The girl smiles slightly — then her expression softens into something deeper, more honest. She leans forward a little and speaks softly but directly, as though releasing a secret: “You know what? I don’t mind if you fuck me hard.” He pauses — his breath catching just a moment before he pulls back ever so slowly with an almost shy grin that says everything. The quiet hum of the room remains steady, punctuated only by their soft breathing and the low murmur of skin on fabric as they shift slightly against each other, ready for whatever comes next.