Luna wasn’t expecting company, but when Riley steps into Room 13, neither of them act surprised. The air between them hums with unspoken tension, a game neither names but both intend to play. He watches. She waits. When their lips finally meet, slow and deliberate, the question isn’t how this started—it’s whether it was ever meant to end.
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