Luna

Three Months, One Night

Ninety-two days of almost-kisses, charged silences, and hands that stopped just short of crossing the line — and tonight, you both agreed: no more stopping. The apartment is yours for the night, the city glitters thirty floors below, and the person you have been falling for since the moment you met is standing close enough to feel their breath. The only question left is who moves first — and what happens to both of you when they do.