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**Title: *Windswept Hearts***
*Chapter 1: The First Glance*
Under the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, Eleanor stood by the wrought-iron railing of the old bridge, overlooking the river that stretched like a ribbon beneath her. She had always believed that love arrived in quiet moments—the unexpected flutter of the heart, the stolen glances that linger just a second too long. What she hadn't anticipated was how profoundly her world would shift in a single instant.
Across the bridge, he stood.
Sebastian Sinclair—dashing, enigmatic, with an air of untamed elegance that made the very air around him feel charged with possibility. Their eyes met, and for one suspended breath, time ceased to exist. The city hummed with its usual rhythm—the distant murmur of voices, the soft strains of a violin played by an elderly musician nearby—but Eleanor heard none of it. She felt only the undeniable pull, the magnetic force that bound her to this stranger in a way she couldn't explain.
He hesitated before stepping forward, his footsteps deliberate, as though he already knew something she did not. And with a quiet smile, the kind that spoke of secrets and promises yet to be made, he said, "I believe I've seen you here before."
His voice was velvet—rich, warm, and soothing in its depth. Eleanor swallowed, steadying herself against the whirlwind of emotions rising within her.
"That makes two of us," she whispered, unaware of the adventure that was about to begin.
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