When he pulled Luna’s waist close to his space, her eyes looked down with an unmistakable red-rose blush in her cheeks, his strong and defined hand hooking beneath her jaw to tilt her gaze. Amidst the dense dim light of intense tension his cold sinewy fingers grazing her lower lip…..
[pinned her against the wall]
Him:
“Careful darling,
Your lips taste like a beautiful kind of ruin—you’re making me addicted to the wreckage”
[ someone knocking the door ]
Luna’s Mom:
“Heyyy!! Heyyyy!!
You dumbass wake up, you are running late for your lecture…..uhhhhh….what should I do with you???
It’s already 10:15 AM”
Luna:
“Where’s h...???" ( sudden realisation )
[ she paused ]
“Nahhh mom I was searching for my Honey-Rice water face mask, I am almost ready”
[ Didn’t even woke up from her bed ]
[ while splashing water on her face ]
"Wait…"
"I think I have seen him somewhere in real, but……"
"Wait could it be……"
