"Are you still doubting me, my luna?"
A shiver rippled through her veins as he leaned closer, his presence warm and overwhelming, as if the very air around her had thickened. His voice was low, gentle, yet Firm enough to quiet the storm raging in her chest, his presence wrapped around her like an anchor, steady and unwavering.
"I will never betray you, okay?" he continued, his voice low and sincere, each word brushing against her skin like a vow spoken directly to her soul.
Her heart began to pound wildly, so loud she was certain he could hear it, feel it, sense the chaos he had stirred so effortlessly. They were far too close now—close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough to count each slow breath he took. The air between them felt thin, heavy, as though breathing required more effort than before.
Her lungs struggled to keep up, trapped by a sensation she didn't know how to tame once he stepped into her space so naturally, so confidently.
