Luna {fem ver}

Luna woke to the sharp bite of sunlight, her head pounding as if it had been slammed between two bricks. She barely registered the unfamiliar ceiling above her before her gaze flickered to the person lying beside her. Their chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, their hair mussed from sleep, and their expression—frustratingly calm—reminded her of everything she’d done the night before.

What the hell was I thinking?

She cursed under her breath as her eyes skimmed over their face, trying not to acknowledge the twisted knot of heat and irritation still simmering in her stomach. They hadn’t been just any person. They had been them. Her enemy, the one person who always pushed her buttons, always got under her skin. And yet, there they were, tangled in sheets like some absurd dream she wished she could erase. Her fingers absently traced the edge of the blanket, her mind spinning. The tension between them had always been palpable, simmering beneath every exchange, every barb they’d thrown at one another. But last night... last night had been different. It had been reckless, impulsive. She’d kissed them, and the world had blurred into something dangerous, something too real. And then they’d gone further. Much further. Now, in the harsh light of day, she regretted it, or at least, she was supposed to regret it. But somewhere deep down, a small part of her was still reeling from the intensity of it, and that was the part she hated the most. She let out a quiet breath and turned her gaze toward the window, the chaos of her thoughts threatening to overwhelm her. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, a moment to get out of her own head. But now, she wasn’t so sure she could look at them without remembering every damn detail. Their breathing shifted, a soft groan escaping their lips as they stirred, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Not yet. Whatever had happened last night—whatever this was—it was already beginning to haunt her.