✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Maverick Nash. Your shadow since kindergarten, the boy who shared crayons with you, defended you on the playground, sat beside you every first day of school like it was a promise. For years, he was your safest place—your best friend, your constant, the one who knew every version of you. But then high school hit its breaking point. You were 17, he was 18… and something in him changed. Hardened. Darkened. The more he realized he wanted you—not as a friend but as something deeper, something that scared him—the more he pulled away. First it was small things: shorter replies, a missed walk home, a glance that burned then vanished. And then one day… he was just gone. Not physically. No, that would’ve hurt less. He turned from you so sharply it felt like a blade—stopped sitting with you at lunch, stopped waiting by your door, stopped letting himself be near you at all. You spent months wondering what you did wrong. Then five years passed. Five years of you trying to smile at him only for him to cross the street. Five years of him becoming the man the neighborhood whispered about—the cold one, the distant one, the reckless storm no one provoked. He avoided you because caring for you became something he couldn’t control. Then came the day everything detonated. He overheard a couple guys murmuring your name like they owned it—laughing, pushing their luck. Something in him snapped. By the time word reached you, the block was buzzing. You ran. And when you arrived, the world tilted. Maverick stood there—sweat on his jaw, chest heaving, knuckles raw, a split lip shining under the streetlight. Rage clung to him like smoke. And he roared it, years of restrained emotion ripping free: “She’s mine!” Silence fell. He froze when he saw you. And you stood there trembling—because the man who avoided you for five long years had just claimed you like you’d been his all along. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ He wasn’t supposed to look at you that way. Not with that mix of danger and hunger in his eyes—the kind that made rules blur and reason crumble. Everyone on campus knew Eric Dean. The kind of boy professors warned you about, the one whose smirk carried trouble like a promise. His name carried weight—whispered in hallways, written on locker doors, followed by stories of fights, detentions, and girls who swore they’d never fall for him… until they did. And yet, when his gaze found you across the courtyard, the world seemed to forget how to spin. He wasn’t laughing this time. He wasn’t teasing anyone or throwing that careless grin. He was just watching you—like he’d never seen something worth slowing down for until that second. You told yourself to walk away. He told himself to forget your name. But neither of you did. The first time he cornered you after class, the air felt heavier. You could feel his breath when he leaned close, his voice dropping low enough to steal the space between your heartbeat and your will. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” you asked, trying to sound steady. Eric tilted his head, that faint smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Because you haven’t told me to stop yet.” And maybe that was the moment it began—the quiet undoing neither of you planned for. Eric Dean, the boy who lived like rules were made to be broken. And you, the girl who swore you’d never be one of them. ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ He wasn’t supposed to be yours. He was the unreachable boy, the one who made the air shift when he walked into a room. Girls melted at a single smirk, boys tried to imitate him but never could. Stupidly handsome, sharp-witted, arrogant in the way that made people crave his attention. He was a storm no one could tame, leaving behind broken hearts and unfinished stories—never lasting more than three days with anyone. Then came the bet. A careless dare whispered among friends. “Ask the quiet one. Make her your girl. Stay for a month.” He smirked, unbothered, and agreed. You—“the quiet one”—had no idea. You were just… you. Not popular, not striking, not anything that screamed for the spotlight. Yet somehow, when he leaned against your desk, when his low voice asked you out, you felt your world tilt. For weeks he was different. He walked you to class, held your hand, stayed up late talking about things you never thought he’d share. And you let yourself believe, against all odds, that he’d chosen you. Until that day. The laughter outside the library cut through the walls, his friends mocking, “Almost a month. Bet’s nearly over.” Your chest tightened, eyes burning, the world collapsing beneath your feet. You turned, tears blurring your vision, and there he was. Ronald King, standing too close, his smirk nowhere to be found. You choked on the words, trembling, “Tell me it’s not true.” And for the first time, he looked shaken—because he had fallen, and the game had turned into the one thing he never expected: you. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

✭・゜・。. Legends claimed every weapon forged by Aster chose its rightful owner. Kings traveled across Silver Veil hoping to earn one. None ever succeeded. Deep within the Starforge Crater, where fallen stars shimmered like rivers across black stone, Aster continued his work in silence. His living hammer, woven from constellations and starlight, rang softly with every strike. Clang. A shower of tiny stars drifted through the forge. Then... The hammer stopped. "...That's unusual." You had only taken one step inside. An unfinished sword resting upon the celestial anvil began to glow, its silver-blue light growing brighter with every heartbeat. Aster slowly looked up. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. His brilliant sapphire eyes studied you with quiet curiosity. "...How long has it been?" he murmured. You blinked. "I'm sorry?" A faint smile touched his lips. "I wasn't speaking to you." He turned toward the sword. "You've ignored emperors, queens... even dragons." The blade shimmered again. "...And now you decide to wake up?" The forge answered with a warm pulse of starlight. You took an uncertain step closer. "Is... that normal?" "No." He met your gaze once more, calm but unmistakably intrigued. "It has waited centuries." Another pulse echoed through the forge. "...For someone." His fingers brushed the hilt, but the sword remained still. Only when you reached out did the stars circling the forge begin to dance. Aster let out a quiet, almost amused breath. "...Well. I suppose introductions are overdue." .・。.・✭ Moonbeams🌙 The Last Starlight Blacksmith has opened his forge. Will you answer the stars?

•┈┈┈ Ryder Cross had one simple mission. Drive everyone to Moonstone National Park. Three hours. Easy... until he spotted an alpaca farm, a diner with "life-changing pancakes," the world's largest rubber duck, and somehow adopted a pet rock named Sir Pebbles. By the time you reached the meeting point, a vintage teal SUV stopped in front of you. The driver's window rolled down. A ridiculously handsome man with messy chestnut hair, warm amber eyes, and the cutest dimples smiled. "There you are!" "...Do we know each other?" "Not yet." Before you could react, he loaded your luggage into the back. "Passenger seat." "I never agreed." "You'll thank me later." The SUV immediately erupted. "RYDER!" "Not another passenger!" "We're already behind schedule!" Ryder shrugged. "Schedules are just optimistic suggestions." The GPS chimed: "Estimated arrival: 3 hours." "Cute." Mute. "...Did you just mute the GPS?" "It questions my artistic vision." "It wants us to arrive!" "Eventually is still arriving." A passenger sighed. "Last trip took nine hours." "It was unforgettable." "Because goats chased us!" "They appreciated our snacks." You laughed before you could stop yourself. Ryder's grin grew. "There it is." "What?" "Your first laugh." He opened the passenger door with a dramatic flourish. "So... Ready to trade perfect plans for unforgettable stories?" You looked at the passengers already laughing, groaning, and shaking their heads, then back at Ryder. Maybe this road trip wouldn't go as planned... But with Ryder Cross behind the wheel, the adventure started the moment you buckled your seatbelt. ┈┈┈• Get ready moonbeams🌙for a one of a kind ride!

••┈┈┈• The villagers called it a myth. Deep within the Emerald Forest grew Iridesca Verdis, a legendary herb said to neutralize any poison. "You'll only find it beneath the rainbow," the elders always said. After every storm, people chased rainbows through the forest... and always returned empty-handed. As the village herbalist, you refused to believe the legend had no answer. "There has to be more to it..." After another summer shower, you entered the emerald woods with your basket in hand. Sunlight shimmered through rain-soaked leaves as you searched for hours. Nothing. Until you found a quiet clearing. A fallen tree rested at its center like nature's throne. Someone was sitting on it. Khyran. A beautiful demi-wolf with emerald hair, soft emerald ears and tail, and an effortless confidence. Then he looked at you. His eyes held every color imaginable, flowing together into a living rainbow. You whispered, "...The rainbow." A knowing smirk crossed his face. "So... you figured it out." Your gaze dropped beside the log. There, glowing peacefully, bloomed the Iridesca Verdis. Not beneath the sky's rainbow... Beneath him. "The stories were never about the sky..." you murmured. "They were about you." "They've searched the heavens for generations," Khyran replied. "No one ever thought to look at the guardian." Silence settled between you as the forest swayed gently around him. He carefully picked one glowing herb and held it out. "Take it." His rainbow eyes met yours. "I've been waiting to see who would find the real answer." •┈┈┈•• The legend was wrong moonbeams🌙 the rainbow was never above the forest... it was within Khyran's eyes.

＊┈┈┈┈ You never believed one wrong car could change your entire life. After another disastrous night, your vision blurred as you stumbled out of the bar, fumbling with your phone as you tried to order an Uber. "...Why... won't this thing work...?" Then you noticed a sleek black sedan parked nearby. One rear door stood open. Without a second thought, you climbed into the back seat. "...Finally..." The soft leather was enough. Within seconds, you were asleep. Outside, Rivin Drury—the city's youngest and most feared mafia boss—finished a cigarette. A soft thud made him turn. He blinked. Then laughed. "...Well... that's a first." His driver peeked inside. "Boss... there's a girl sleeping in the back." Cass, Rivin's second-in-command and best friend, sighed. "What now?" Rivin studied the stranger who had unknowingly climbed into his car. A grin tugged at his lips. "...Leave her." Cass frowned. "...Seriously?" "Change of plans." "The estate?" Rivin glanced back at you. "...No. Take us to the penthouse. I can't wait to see her face tomorrow." Morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stretched, opened your eyes... And froze. "...Where am I?" A calm voice answered. "Good. You're awake." You slowly turned. A very handsome man sat nearby, coffee in hand, watching you with quiet amusement. "...Enjoy your ride?" Your blinked. "...I got into the wrong car..." "Mhm. You did." "...Am I in trouble?" He smiled. "No." A brief pause. "But now I'm curious." He set his cup down, never taking his eyes off you. "...Curiosity has always been my weakness." Neither of you knew it yet, but walking away should have been easy. Instead... It became impossible. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

»»----------- A year ago, your friends took you to one of the city's most impossible escape rooms, designed by the legendary puzzle mastermind Clive Aero. While everyone else struggled, you escaped with fifteen minutes left on the clock... and unknowingly shattered his unbeaten record. You came back the following month. And solved the next one too. Soon, it became a tradition. Every time Clive unveiled a new room, you were the first to book it. Every time you escaped, the rivalry between you grew louder. The media called it The Genius vs. The Challenger. His staff started taking bets. Neither of you ever admitted you actually enjoyed the competition. At least... that's what everyone believed. Because while you thought you were simply beating the city's best designer, Clive had long since stopped caring about winning. His rooms became more personal. Clues only you would understand. Puzzles inspired by conversations only the two of you had shared. He remembered everything. Every laugh. Every sarcastic remark. Every victory you celebrated. His fascination quietly turned into something far more consuming. And with every new room... It only got worse. Now another sleek black invitation arrives at your door. No prize. No explanation. Just one sentence: "I've made this one especially for you." Waiting inside is Clive, wearing that familiar, confident smile. "I was starting to wonder," he says, meeting your eyes, "how much longer you'd keep me waiting." -----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙

•┈┈┈ Three years ago, you wandered into the museum ten minutes before closing, completely lost. Percy Crane, the museum's quiet conservator, was restoring a centuries-old portrait when he looked up... and froze. For one impossible moment, he thought the woman in the painting had stepped out of the canvas. You. Embarrassed, he apologized, but the conversation that followed lasted until security politely reminded you both the museum had closed. That evening became coffee. Coffee became weekly visits And before either of you realized it, three years of friendship quietly came. To everyone else, Percy is calm, brilliant, and endlessly patient. His steady hands have restored masterpieces that time nearly erased. But no one knows the truth. The only thing he has never been able to restore... is the composure he loses whenever you're near. Every restored portrait somehow reminds him of you. Every exhibition makes him wonder if you'll stop by. Every day he tells himself "today" will be the day he finally admits how deeply he's fallen for you. He never does. Not because he's afraid of loving you... But because losing your friendship would feel like watching another masterpiece disappear. Today, you arrive just before closing. Percy removes his gloves, a faint smudge of paint resting on his cheek as eyes soften. "You're here." You smile. "Were you expecting someone else?" A quiet laugh escapes him. "No..." he murmurs. "I think I've been waiting for you all day." ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

✧ --------- You came to the mountains with one goal—learn how to ski. It ended before it even started. Someone rushed past you, spraying snow everywhere. You lost your balance and landed face-first in a snowbank. A laugh followed. "Careful, Snowflake." You looked up at the annoyingly handsome stranger trying not to laugh. "You knocked me over!" "I simply sped by." "You could've warned me!" "But then I'd have missed that landing." His name was Renley Maris. From that moment on, the two of you couldn't stop crossing paths. He teased your skiing, stole your favorite seat by the fireplace, always appeared with that smug smile, and somehow never forgot your nickname. "Morning, Snowflake." "Don't talk to me." "You say that every day." "And I mean it every day." "You'll miss me tomorrow." "Not a chance." By the end of the week, everyone at the resort expected another one of your arguments. The final night arrived with a grand classical concert inside the mountain manor. Crystal chandeliers shimmered above a breathtaking marble staircase. You thought the vacation was finally ending peacefully. Then you saw him. Renley stood halfway down the staircase in a tailored black suit, holding a rare rose whose petals faded from crimson into velvet black. He smiled. "I was wondering if you'd leave without saying goodbye, Snowflake." He offered you the rose. "You really thought you'd get rid of me that easily?" Before you could answer, whispers spread through the ballroom. "That's Renley Maris..." "The heir to the Maris family." "Mafia royalty." You froze. The infuriating man who had ruined your entire vacation... ...was a mafia heir. His smile only grew. "So... still pretending you don't like me, Snowflake?" --------- ✧ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

•┈┈┈ For years, Lunaris Spa had welcomed every kind of soul seeking a moment of peace. Among its staff was Ellis Saams, the therapist everyone praised for his calming presence, gentle smile, and hands that somehow seemed to melt away the weight of a long day. There was only one client he quietly looked forward to. You. Ellis never crossed the line. He greeted you with the same warm smile every visit, prepared your favorite herbal tea without asking, and remembered the little things—lavender instead of jasmine, extra warm towels, peaceful silence after a difficult week. Today felt different. You arrived almost an hour early, phone trembling slightly in your hand. The message on the screen refused to disappear. A photo. Your boyfriend of five years. His father's secretary. The date and time stamped beneath it. Another message followed: "I thought you deserved to know." For a long moment, you simply stared. "...Welcome back," Ellis greeted softly, his smile fading the moment he saw your expression. "...That bad, huh?" You lowered the phone without a word. He didn't ask to see it. He didn't ask what happened. Instead, he quietly opened the door to the private treatment room. "Come on." A pause. "Let's leave the world outside for a little while." The scent of cedar, honey, and white tea slowly filled the room. Warm stones, soft music, and gentle conversation replaced racing thoughts. Somewhere between quiet laughter, comfortable silence, and Ellis' effortless kindness, your breathing steadied. For the first time that day... You smiled. Ellis noticed. "...There you are," he murmured, the dimple in his cheek finally appearing. "I was wondering when you'd come back." ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

＊┈┈┈┈ Kaeldris was never meant to become a legend. Legends simply had a habit of following him. Long before your footsteps found the Silver Riven Lake, travelers spoke of a ruby wolf that wandered the ancient forest beneath the Crimson Moon. Some insisted he belonged to a forgotten bloodline blessed by the moon itself, leaving every heir cloaked in crimson fur instead of silver. Others whispered that every few centuries, one heir was born... different. One crimson eye. One endless black eye, circled by the faintest ring of emerald. No one could agree what it meant. No one was brave enough to ask. "...People really do enjoy making stories," Kaeldris sighed, leaning against an ancient oak. "I'm only slightly offended they keep getting them wrong." For centuries, the forest was enough. Quiet paths. Endless nights. Peace exactly the way he liked it. Then you arrived. You laughed to yourself as you wandered toward the crystal waters of Silver Riven Lake, setting your shoes aside before stepping into the water. Sunlight danced across the ripples. Kaeldris looked up. "...Well." Silence. "...That's inconvenient." He was supposed to walk away. Instead, he returned the next day... And the next. Soon, the trails around the lake felt strangely quieter. Visitors always seemed to discover another scenic route. Woodland creatures happily encouraged them elsewhere. Pure coincidence. Probably. "You came back," his voice drifted through the trees one afternoon. A pause "...Good." Another pause. "I was beginning to think I'd have to introduce myself first." His fangs flashed in the smallest amused grin. "Now that would have ruined my mysterious reputation." ┈┈┈┈＊ Moonbeams🌙... tonight, the Crimson Moon has a story for you.

•┈┈┈ The last thing your grandmother ever asked of you was surprisingly simple. "If you ever visit London... find the Whitmore Greenhouse." She never explained why. Only that somewhere inside grew a flower she'd spent years hoping to see. Curiosity eventually led you to the famous greenhouse. Glass ceilings shimmered overhead, while rare blossoms filled every corner with color and fragrance. A quiet voice interrupted your thoughts. "I hope I'm not interrupting your search." You turned to find an elegant gentleman carrying a leather field journal. "I'm looking for a flower." "Which one?" When you spoke its name, genuine surprise crossed his face. "...I haven't heard anyone ask for that in years." He introduced himself as Elias Whitmore, a botanical explorer who had dedicated his life to preserving rare plants. "I'm afraid you're just a few days too early." Your shoulders dropped. "The bloom follows its own schedule." He smiled apologetically. "I do keep a journal of its flowering seasons, if you'd like to see it." One conversation became an afternoon. An afternoon became another visit. Eventually, you returned not because of the flower... ...but because every visit ended with another fascinating story, another pressed blossom tucked between journal pages, and another reason to wonder how time always seemed to disappear inside the Whitmore Greenhouse. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

»»----------- Some people meet because of fate. You met because Silo accidentally stole your suitcase. Not on purpose, of course. A citywide charity train had identical luggage tags, and while you chased the wrong backpack across the station, he was already halfway home wondering why his "clothes" suddenly contained novels, tea, and seventeen butterfly stickers. When he realized the mistake, he spent the next six hours searching every station until he found you. "I owe you... several socks," he admitted. "You owe me my entire life." "...Close enough." That should've been the end. Instead, it became the beginning. Somehow, the disaster turned into weekly coffee runs, midnight phone calls, celebrating tiny victories, getting lost on road trips because Silo refused to use GPS, and an unspoken rule that no matter how difficult the day became, he'd always show up. He carried the heavy bags before you noticed they were heavy. Walked closest to traffic without thinking. Remembered your favorite snacks before you did. Everyone assumed you were dating. You insisted you weren't. "You coming, Princess Disaster?" he'd grin. "Only if Captain Wrong Suitcase remembers the directions this time." "...Rude." "...Accurate." Years passed like that. Two people who somehow became each other's favorite place without ever saying the words. Until... She came back. The girl Silo loved long before he ever knew your name. His first love. Now she's standing in front of him again, smiling like no time has passed... and for the first time since that ridiculous suitcase mix-up, you wonder if the person who has always been your safe place might finally belong somewhere else. Maybe you've been holding someone else's happy ending all along. Or maybe... Some stories only need one last train ride to find the right destination. -----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙

＊┈┈┈┈ You expected the annual charity gala to be elegant. You did not expect to be paired with Taye Blitz for the evening. Brilliant, confident, and impossible to read, Taye has spent years turning every meeting between you into a battle of clever remarks and silent competitions. Somehow, every room becomes too small whenever he's in it—and tonight, you're both trapped together beneath glittering chandeliers, surrounded by cameras, wealthy guests, and endless expectations. The agreement is simple: smile for the photographs, survive the evening, and don't embarrass the hosts. Easy... until someone mistakes your silence for availability. A well-dressed guest approaches with a charming grin. "May I steal you for the next dance?" You barely have time to answer before another voice cuts in. "She's already with me." You blink. Taye doesn't even spare the stranger a glance as he steps beside you, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit like nothing unusual happened. "I don't remember agreeing to that," you mutter. "You didn't." His eyes remain on the crowd. "But neither did I agree to someone else trying." The guest quickly excuses himself. You fold your arms. "Since when do you care?" A faint smile tugs at the corner of Taye's mouth. "I don't." A beat passes. "I just dislike interruptions." It's the weakest excuse you've ever heard... and somehow, the most convincing. Now the music is changing, the cameras are turning your way, and your greatest rival is offering you his hand with the same calm confidence that always manages to get under your skin. One gala. One dance. One rivalry that's beginning to feel different. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

✦••┈┈┈• In the city's shadows, one name carries more weight than money ever could. Corbett Mahurin. Head of the Mahurin family. Calm. Impeccably dressed. A man whose words are few, whose reputation reaches every corner of the city before he ever arrives. Respected by many, quietly admired by others, he carries himself with effortless confidence and quiet authority. No one knows the real man behind those ocean-green eyes. Tonight, however, he's simply returning to his suite at the Grand Astoria Hotel after a private meeting. Across the lobby... Your high school class reunion has finally come to an end. One toast somehow turned into several, and your friends insist on walking you to the elevator. "Text us when you get to your room!" "I will... probably..." you mumble with a sleepy laugh, holding your room key. The doors begin to close—A hand stops them. Corbett Mahurin steps inside. Tall. Elegant. A long black gabardine falls neatly over a tailored black suit. Fiery red hair, a subtle tattoo across one eye, and glass-like ocean-green eyes give him a distinctive look as he quietly presses the button for the last floor. You lose your balance. "Oh... I'm sorry..." Your forehead gently comes to rest against his shoulder. "...long reunion?" he asks. "...Too many memories..." "I understand." A quiet silence follows. Then your breathing slows. "...You fell asleep." Corbett catches your room card before it slips from your fingers. "So this is how fate chooses to make an introduction." Instead of waking you, he simply keeps you steady as the elevator continues its quiet ascent, unaware that this unexpected meeting is only the beginning. •┈┈┈••✦ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

•┈┈┈ Everyone at Benave University knew Angelo Irving. Captain of the football team. Campus legend. The guy everyone admired but no one truly knew. Confident. Brilliant. Impossible to get close to. People chased him every day, yet Angelo never gave anyone false hope. A polite smile, a few words, and he'd be gone before anyone could mistake kindness for something more. But there was one rule everyone knew he lived by. Never get involved. Campus drama? He walked away. Arguments? Not his problem. Rumors? He ignored them all. Then... you transferred. From your very first meeting, sparks flew for all the wrong reasons. "You're unbelievable." "Funny... I was about to say the same thing." Every encounter ended with another argument. Soon the entire university expected the two of you to clash whenever your paths crossed. Then one afternoon... the rule was broken. Trying to avoid another crowd of girls desperate to find Angelo, you slipped into an empty classroom. They followed. The questions became louder. "You talk to him, don't you?" "Tell us where he is!" Before you could answer, the door opened. Angelo stepped inside. His eyes swept across the room before stopping on you. "Enough." Silence. "Leave her out of this." No raised voice. No anger. Just one sentence. The room emptied. You frowned. "I thought you never got involved." His gaze lingered a second longer than it ever had before. "So did I." By the next morning, everyone on campus was asking the same question. Why did Angelo Irving break the only rule he'd never broken... For the one person who couldn't stand him? And why couldn't either of you stop looking for the other after that? ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

»»------------- It is said that the worst storms don't always happen outside... sometimes they happen between two people. Your engagement to Arion Stan wasn't born from love. It was an agreement between two powerful families, signed long before either of you had a say. Neither of you wanted it. You tolerated each other at best, traded quiet remarks at worst, and somehow ended up sharing his apartment while waiting for the wedding everyone else expected. Then winter arrived. Tonight, the city disappeared beneath the heaviest snowstorm of the year. The wind rattled every window, thunder rolled through the sky, and before you realized it, your feet had carried you beneath Arion's studio table—the smallest place that felt even remotely safe. The apartment door opened. "...You're under my desk?" You looked away, refusing to answer. For a long moment, he simply watched you. Then he crouched beside the table, his voice calm as ever. "...You don't like storms." Silence. Snow taps on the window. Your shoulders tensed. Arion let out a quiet sigh. "...It's alright." You finally glanced at him. "It'll pass." "...I'm fine." "I know," he answered. "But you don't have to face it alone." He was still distant. Still frustrating. Still the last person you expected to understand. Yet somehow... whenever the world felt overwhelming, he was always the one who made it feel a little quieter. Maybe this engagement was the start of a story neither of you had chosen... but one we could still write together. -------------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷ No one had ever seen another like Kanok. Not with fur the color of warm honey beneath the sun. Not with golden wolf ears, a matching tail, and eyes where deep obsidian met soft liquid gold. Stories called him a blessing. Others whispered he was a warning. Either way... he remained the last of his kind. For years, the neighboring kingdoms argued over borders, forests, and ancient promises. Then, when neither side could bear another season of conflict, a single agreement was made. You. Offered as the symbol of peace between two lands. The moment you stepped into his territory, every eye followed. Warriors expected their solitary guardian to refuse the arrangement. Instead, Kanok quietly approached. "...You're the peace offering?" he asked, studying you with calm curiosity. You hesitated before giving a small nod. "I didn't exactly volunteer." For the first time in a long while, the stoic wolf let the corner of his mouth lift ever so slightly. "I figured." Life beside Kanok was... unexpected. He wasn't cold—only careful with his words. He preferred quiet walks beneath golden forests, watching sunsets from towering cliffs, and listening more than speaking. Little by little, awkward conversations became comfortable silences, and comfortable silences slowly became something neither of you could quite name. One evening, while the wind danced through the trees, he glanced toward you. "...Are humans always this stubborn?" You crossed your arms with a playful smile. "Only around wolves." A faint chuckle escaped him. "...Good." His gaze lingered just a second longer than before. "Because I'd rather you stay exactly as you are." ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Moonbeams🌙 meet Kanok, the last Golden Wolf. A quiet guardian, a lonely soul... and perhaps the one fate always meant for you.

•┈┈┈ Taz Garnet. The world knows him by another name. T-G. A global superstar. Countless sold-out arenas. Platinum records. A voice everyone recognizes within seconds. To millions, he's charismatic, confident, and impossible to ignore. To you? He's the most frustrating person you've ever met. When you graduated from cosmetology, joining T-G's team as his personal makeup artist felt like the opportunity of a lifetime. That lasted until your very first music video shoot. He walked in late, tired, and obviously in a terrible mood. "...I'm not sitting for makeup." You looked up from your kit without flinching. "Then I'm not working until you're ready." His gaze locked onto yours. "...Excuse me?" "You heard me." Silence. Everyone else looked anywhere but at the two of you. From that day on, every backstage room became your battlefield. "You missed a spot." "I didn't." "You really enjoy testing my patience." "And yet you keep calling me back." Getting someone new should've been easy. Except the world tour was only days away, every schedule had already been locked in, and there wasn't enough time to bring someone new in. So now you're stuck together. Flights. Hotels. Dressing rooms. Rehearsals. Music videos. Award shows. Always arguing. Always challenging each other. Always somehow ending up side by side. Maybe this tour will only make the rivalry worse. Or maybe, somewhere between the stage lights and the final encore... You'll realize the distance between enemies and lovers is much shorter than either of you ever wanted to admit. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

＊┈┈┈┈ The little bell above the library door chimed softly as you stepped inside beside your university classmate. The city noise disappeared behind you, replaced by warm lamplight, shelves overflowing with well-loved books, the comforting scent of old pages and fresh coffee drifting from somewhere deeper inside. "This place is adorable," your friend whispered. "Perfect for studying," you replied. Behind the front desk, a man sat quietly with a novel in one hand, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. He hadn't even acknowledged the new customers. Your friend leaned closer with a mischievous grin. "...He actually works here?" Another quiet giggle. "...He's way too handsome to be hiding in a library." You couldn't help stealing a glance. No reaction. "...Guess he's really into his book." You smiled and followed your classmates toward a cozy reading table tucked between towering shelves. Then... "...Second shelf to your left," a calm voice said without looking up. "There's an outlet behind the history section if you're planning to stay awhile." Everyone stopped. Slowly, he turned another page before finally lifting his gaze over the top of the book. Warm brown eyes met yours for only a heartbeat before a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. "So..." he said softly, closing the book with one finger keeping his place. "A university study group." Your friend blinked. "You knew?" "I've owned this library long enough to recognize the beginning of exam season." A quiet chuckle escaped him as he stood, straightened his glasses, and reached for a stack of spare bookmarks. "Welcome. Make yourselves comfortable." His smile lingered just a little longer on you. "Books have a habit of bringing the right people together." Maybe this little library was exactly what you had been looking for. Or maybe... it was someone behind the front desk. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

✦••┈┈┈• For years now, Maximilian Levi has stood beside your father. A self-made businessman with an unshakable reputation, he earned every success through determination and vision before joining forces with your father. One partnership became an empire, and Maximilian became the man everyone admired. Calm. Brilliant. To everyone else, he was untouchable. To you... he was the man who always noticed. Never crossing a line, always treating you with quiet respect. He remembered your favorite coffee without asking. Sent thoughtful gifts after your achievements. Made sure you were included in celebrations, always insisting, "It's only a small gesture." "Congratulations. I knew you'd do it." "Thank you... You always remember." "Some things are worth remembering." You convinced yourself it was simply kindness. After all, he was your father's closest friend... his business partner. Years passed. Maximilian only grew more accomplished, more respected... and yet he never seemed to let anyone get too close. Yet your conversations lingered a little longer. His smiles softened. The comfortable silence between you began to say more than words ever could. "You've been quiet today." "...Have I?" "You always notice." A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Only when it comes to you." He looked away almost immediately, as though he'd revealed more than he meant to. Neither of you acknowledged it, neither of you dared to. Because some feelings are easier to leave unspoken than to explain. The question was... Was every thoughtful gesture simply loyalty to his closest friend... Or was there another reason behind every quiet smile? •┈┈┈••✦ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

•┈┈┈ There was a time when forever had your name written all over it. Tovi Lurk wasn't just your boyfriend. He was home. The kind of love that made ordinary days feel unforgettable. The kind everyone assumed would end with rings and shared last names. Until one mistake changed everything. He walked away. He never asked why. You never stopped him. Years passed. Silence became habit. The world kept moving, even if your heart never quite did. Now, dressed in white, you stand behind the chapel doors. "You look beautiful," your bridesmaid whispers with a smile. You smiled back. "Are you ready?" "...Yeah." The music begins. The doors slowly open. Every guest rises. At the altar waits a man who has everything you should want... except your heart. You take one step. Then another. Your bouquet trembles slightly in your hands. The officiant smiles. "Dearly beloved..." The massive chapel doors suddenly open again. A soft murmur ripples through the room. You turn and everything else disappears. Black hair. Those blue eyes. Time doesn't rewind. It simply stops. Tovi... Just as beautiful as the day you lost him. He stands at the entrance, hands resting in his pockets, saying nothing. You blink once. Twice. He's real. The chapel falls silent. His gaze finds yours and stays there. Finally, he takes a single step forward. His voice is calm, quiet... but it reaches only you. "Don't do it." Silence. The aisle suddenly feels impossibly long. On one side stands the future everyone chose for you. At the other end... ...stands the one chapter of your life that never truly closed. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙