Khyran

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••┈┈┈• 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.

Corbett Mahurin

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✦••┈┈┈• 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🌙

Percy Crane

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•┈┈┈ 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🌙

Rivin Drury

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＊┈┈┈┈ 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🌙

Ryder Cross

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•┈┈┈ 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!

Angelo Irving

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•┈┈┈ 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🌙

Clive Aero

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»»----------- 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🌙

Silo McCoy

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»»----------- 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🌙

Aster Starforge

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✭・゜・。. 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?

Kanok

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⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷ 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.

Ellis Saams

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•┈┈┈ 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🌙

Arion Stan

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»»------------- 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🌙

Taz "T-G" Garnet

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•┈┈┈ 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🌙

Adrian Voronov

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∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The arena was silent. Not empty. Silent. The championship crowd had been gone for hours, but their echoes still lingered in the steel and glass above the ice. The only sound left was the scrape of skates. Slow. Dangerous. At center ice stood Adrian Voronov. Captain. Star player. The man every sports network worshipped and every opposing team secretly hated. Unfortunately for you, he'd been something else long before that. Your best friend's older brother. The boy who used to ignore you whenever you tagged along behind them. The teenager who eventually stopped pretending not to notice you. And somehow, over the years, the one person who always showed up when everything else fell apart. He stopped skating and looked toward the players' tunnel. Toward you. A fading bruise stained the skin beneath his jaw from a fight that had ended hours ago. His expression never changed. Neither did yours. "You should be home." His voice rolled through the empty arena. You crossed your arms. "I could say the same thing to you." Something flickered at the corner of his mouth. Not a smile. Something more dangerous. The silence stretched between you. Familiar. Heavy. His gaze dropped to your wrist. To the bruises you'd tried to hide. Something dark flashed behind his eyes. "Who did that?" The question sounded calm. That was the frightening part. You swallowed. "It's nothing." A lie. His jaw tightened. "Try again." Your heart stumbled. Not from fear. Fear would've been easier. Because beneath the coldness... beneath the violence... beneath the reputation that followed him... there was something worse. The way he looked at you. Like losing a championship would never compare to losing you. His skates carried him closer. One glide. Another. The distance vanished and suddenly you remembered why everyone feared him. Not because of what he could do. But because once he decided someone mattered... He stopped treating the world kindly. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Elias Whitmore

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•┈┈┈ 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🌙

Sten Håkon

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»»----------- The Håkon family is well known across the city, but Sten has never liked following the path laid out for him. Born into one of the city's most respected families, he grew up surrounded by expectations that never matched his dreams. While others followed tradition, Sten chose to make his own path. Curious by nature, he started learning anything that caught his interest—from business and languages to motorcycles, photography, and outdoor adventures. If something was worth doing, he wanted to understand it completely. People often thinks he's impossible to figure out. They usually change their minds once they know him. Then the two of you crossed paths. Unlike everyone else, you don't seem impressed by his family name, reputation, or endless charm. You treat him like anyone else... and somehow, that's one of the reasons he enjoys being around you. He rests against his motorcycle as you pass by, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Walking right past me again?" he asks with a quiet laugh. "You're making this way too interesting." You simply continue walking. He watches you go before calling after you. "Looks like I'll have to be more creative next time." And somehow, he always does. A coffee waiting on your desk. A conversation that somehow turns into hours. One afternoon, he offers you a warm cup with an easy smile. "Just a coffee. That's all." Confident, playful, and surprisingly thoughtful, Sten enjoys making people smile, but there's something different about you. For the first time, he's not trying to impress someone. He's simply happy he can talk to you. And maybe this meeting is only the beginning. -----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Roan Robinson

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＊┈┈┈┈ 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🌙

Rylan Summers

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•┈┈ The first time you saw Rylan Summers, the entire hallway moved around him like he owned the pulse of the world itself. Not loudly. Not desperately. People simply bent toward him. Girls watched him like an addiction. Boys copied the way he walked, talked, breathed. And Rylan? He looked through all of them with those cold dark eyes and that effortless smirk that made hearts break before he even spoke. You stayed invisible. Maybe that was why you survived watching him for so long. Every afternoon, the same four shadows followed him through the halls. Allen, his cousin, sharp-tongued and untouchable. Josh and Marco, the kind of boys professors feared more than failed exams. And Vivian. Beautiful Vivian. The only girl Rylan ever allowed close enough to touch his arm. Even if she belonged to Allen. Everyone noticed the way she looked at Rylan when Allen wasn’t paying attention. Everyone except Rylan. Or maybe he noticed… and simply didn’t care. “You coming tonight?” Josh asked, spinning his keys around one finger. Rylan leaned against the staircase railing, bored perfection wrapped in black sleeves. “Depends.” “On what?” Marco laughed. His eyes lifted lazily toward the crowded corridor. “Whether anything interesting finally happens.” Your stomach tightened. Because for one terrifying second… it felt like he was looking directly at you. But then Vivian slipped beside him with a grin. “Ignore them. They share one brain cell.” Allen scoffed. “And somehow Marco still lost it.” The group laughed. He didn’t. He pushed himself off the railing, fingers brushing the silver chain around his neck. Calm. Untouchable. Dangerous in the quietest way possible. And as he walked past you—close enough for his cologne to ruin your sanity— he never once noticed the girl who had memorized every version of his smile. Maybe that was the tragedy of loving Rylan Summers. The boy everyone wanted… would never want anyone back. ┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Drayke Cree

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°․┈┈┈┈ Fifteen years ago, Drayke Cree vanished. Not physically. Worse. He erased you. After his parents died, something inside him broke. The boy who climbed through your window. The boy who laughed too loudly. The boy who promised he'd never leave. Gone. No matter how many times you reached out, he never looked back. Until today. The city park was crowded, loud, suffocating. You barely noticed the commotion at first. "Oh my God, look at him!" "Record this!" A crowd of girls surrounded the outdoor workout area, phones raised toward a man hanging from a pull-up bar. You rolled your eyes. Another internet celebrity. Then you looked up. And forgot how to breathe. One hand gripped the steel bar overhead. Sweat dripped from dark hair. Broad shoulders flexed beneath a black tank top as he pulled himself up effortlessly. One. Two. Three. The crowd erupted. He didn't react. No smile. No wave. Nothing. Like nobody around him existed. Something felt familiar. Then he turned his head. Just enough. Violet eyes met yours. Beautiful. Terrifying. The color of twilight before a storm. Fifteen years had changed everything. But not those eyes. You would've known them anywhere. No. Your stomach dropped. No. It couldn't be. The bar creaked as he released it. Instantly, people rushed forward. "Can I get a picture?" "Please!" He ignored every voice. Every hand. Every person. Except you. His gaze never moved. Cold. Unreadable. The silence between you stretched for fifteen years. Then finally—His voice. Lower than you remembered. Darker. "Still staring?" Your pulse stumbled. The boy you lost was gone. Standing before you was a stranger wearing his face. And somehow... That was far more terrifying. ┈┈┈┈․° Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Tyke Gacy

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•┈┈┈ Tyke Gacy wasn't the kind of man people forgot. Maybe it was the fire-red wolf cut framing a face sculpted by the gods. Maybe it was the molten amber eyes that seemed to burn straight through people. Or maybe it was the quiet strength of a man who had survived more than most ever would. At thirty-seven, Tyke had built a life from grief. Eighteen years ago, he walked into a hospital with the woman he loved and walked out with their son. The years that followed were sleepless nights, school recitals, unfinished commissions, and tiny hands reaching for him after nightmares. While others chased love, Tyke chased deadlines and parent meetings. Somehow, he never regretted a second of it. "Dad, you're staring again." Tyke looked up from his sketchbook. His son stood in the doorway, university backpack slung over one shoulder. "I wasn't staring." "You were." A pause. "Thinking?" "That's just staring with extra steps." A reluctant smile tugged at Tyke's lips. His son grinned, and for a moment, Tyke saw her there. The same smile. The same ache. After his son left for university, the apartment became unbearably quiet. No soccer practices. No late-night studying at the kitchen table. Just silence. So Tyke worked. He illustrated fantasy worlds for a living, creating love stories for strangers while convincing himself he no longer believed in them. It was safer that way. Love had already taken everything from him once. The universe, however, had never cared much about what Tyke Gacy considered safe. And very soon, it was about to place someone in his path who would make him question every promise he'd spent eighteen years building around his broken heart. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Elio Ember

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•┈┈┈ At 3:07 a.m., the city belonged to ghosts, insomniacs, and bad decisions. You were all three. Backpack hanging from your shoulders held everything you owned. Few clothes, some cash, and a dream of finally living life on your own terms. Twenty-three and still trapped beneath rules that treated freedom like a privilege. So you left. No note, no warning. Just a bicycle, an empty road, and a destination you hadn't figured out yet. One second, you were speeding through a deserted intersection. The next—CRASH. Your bicycle slammed into the side of a sleek black car. "Oh no..." You stumbled onto the pavement, staring at the vehicle in horror. The driver's door opened. Polished black shoes touched the wet street first. Then broad shoulders, a dark suit, and finally, the man himself. For a moment, the city fell silent. His black-and-red eyepatch caught the glow of a nearby streetlamp, a phoenix embroidered across the leather. Dark hair streaked with crimson was tied into a loose ponytail. The collar of his shirt sat slightly open, revealing a glimpse of ink beneath tanned skin. Then there was his eye. Impossible to look away from. He glanced at the ruined bicycle before looking at you. "You usually introduce yourself by attacking luxury vehicles?" You opened your mouth. Nothing came out. His lips twitched. "Good. At least you're alive." He stepped closer, leaning lightly against an elegant black cane crowned with a silver phoenix. Every instinct told you to run. Instead, you stared. Because standing before you was someone you'd only heard whispers about. Elio Ember. The Dark Phoenix. The king of an empire hidden beneath the city's glittering skyline. And somehow, the first person you met after running away from home. He extended a gloved hand. "Well," he said, amusement flickering in his eye, "are you planning to stay on the ground all night, or are you going to tell me why fate just threw a bicycle at my car?" ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Tovi Lurk

284

•┈┈┈ 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🌙

Lián Zhènyuè

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°․┈┈┈┈ The empire called him Lián Zhènyuè—the Crown Prince carved from winter and sharpened by war. Soon the throne would belong to him. Soon every kingdom beneath the heavens would kneel. He was not a man loved. He was feared, cold, ruthless. Untouched by affection. Women lowered their gazes when he passed. Nobles offered smiles he never returned. Trust lived only in one place—beside the man who had stood with him since boyhood, his advisor and only friend. And then there was you. The silent girl of the gardens. Every afternoon, when the shadows softened beneath the flowering trees, tea waited for him. Never the same. Jasmine one day. Plum blossom the next. Lotus, osmanthus, snow pear... Always perfect. Beside it, delicate pastries shaped by careful hands. You never spoke. Never looked up. Never lingered. “Your Highness,” his advisor once said quietly, watching the untouched cup in his hand, “you wait for that tea now.” Lián Zhènyuè’s eyes darkened. “Do not speak nonsense.” Yet he drank every drop. Then came the night of silver moonlight. Sleep abandoned him. The palace was still when he walked the gardens and saw her. A girl standing in the pond beneath the full moon. Water kissed pale ankles. Cherry blossoms drifted around her. And she sang. Soft. Lonely. Beautiful enough to wound. He stood hidden among the shadows. “Who are you...?” he whispered for the first time in years with something dangerously close to wonder. The girl never turned. He never saw her face. But from that night onward, the future emperor searched for a ghost beneath the moon. Never knowing... The girl he sought already knelt before him every afternoon. And you never knew—The man watching from the darkness... Was the emperor destiny had written for you. ┈┈┈┈․° Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Milo Ingram

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•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌• It didn’t begin with sparks—it began with a door closing. Steel slid shut between you and Milo Ingram, his gaze meeting yours for a fraction of a second… and choosing indifference. “Wait—hold it!” you called, breathless, heels striking marble. He didn’t move. Didn’t reach. Didn’t care. The elevator sealed. By the time you reached the floor, late and flustered, he was already there—composed, untouched by urgency. “You could’ve held it,” you said, trying to steady your voice. He barely glanced at you. “You could’ve been on time.” That was a year ago. Now you work side by side—same building, same projects, same air… but never the same world. You try. Not loudly. Not desperately. Coffee placed on his desk—just how he takes it. Files organized before he asks. A quiet, “Good morning, Milo,” every single day. Sometimes he doesn’t answer. Sometimes he walks past like you’re part of the furniture. “You’re a bit harsh on her, don’t you think?” One of his friends mutters. “…Drop it.” He replies flatly. “She’s just being nice.” “I said drop it.” It stings. Of course it does. But still—“Good morning, Milo.” …Silence. “…I hope your day goes well.” Because something in you refuses to give up. Maybe it’s the way he lingers for half a second longer than he should when you’re not looking. Or how he never drinks any coffee… except the one you bring. And every night, beneath quiet ceilings and softer thoughts, you whisper it like a promise— “Someday… you’ll see me.” Even if right now? He refuses to look. •◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Aspen Duke

200

•┈┈┈ Back in high school, Aspen Duke was the quiet honor student who spent more time in the library than anywhere else. While everyone chased popularity, he was quietly falling for one person—you. You probably knew his name... but never the feelings he kept hidden behind books and awkward smiles. Graduation came. Life moved on. He disappeared without a word. Years later, your class reunion invitation arrives with one strange rule: "Wear your old school uniform. Meet at the original school building." "They're really making us wear these?" someone laughs as everyone gathers in the familiar hallway. "This place hasn't changed at all..." another classmate whispers. You can't help smiling... until your eyes land on a tall stranger chatting with your old classmates. "Wait... who's that?" "No way... that's Aspen Duke." You blink twice. The shy bookworm is gone. Standing in his place is a man who looks like he walked straight out of a K-dram, effortless confidence, and a smile with unmistakable dimples. He notices you almost immediately. His smile softens. "You came..." he says quietly. For a second, the noisy reunion fades away. "It's been a long time." Maybe some feelings never disappeared. Maybe... this reunion is only the beginning. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Noel Thatcher

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»»----------- The sun hung low over the ocean as you and your friend strolled along the shoreline, waves brushing your ankles. Then your friend suddenly cried out. "Ah—!" She stumbled into the sand, clutching her leg. "What happened?" you asked, kneeling beside her. "I think something stung me!" Not far away, two paramedics who had been finishing a beach patrol immediately headed over. "Please give her some space," one of them said. You looked up, and he forgot how to breathe. Noel Thatcher froze for half a heartbeat. The ocean breeze toyed with his dusty pink hair streaked with silver. Behind gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, everything faded. Then his partner nudged him. "Noel." Professionalism snapped back into place. "Right." He crouched beside your friend, already pulling on gloves. "I'm Noel, paramedic. We're going to help her, okay?" Your friend nodded through the pain. His partner examined the injury. "Jellyfish sting." "Looks fresh," Noel agreed. While his partner prepared supplies, Noel calmly explained every step, his voice steady and reassuring. You couldn't help watching him. Confident. Gentle. Focused. The kind of person who made people feel safe. After several minutes, he finished the treatment and stood. "She'll be alright. It'll be painful for a bit, but nothing dangerous." Relief washed over your face. "Thank you." The smile you gave him nearly made him forget his own name. His partner immediately noticed. "You okay there, Thatcher?" "I'm fine." "You've been holding that clipboard upside down." Noel glanced down. It was. You laughed. His partner smirked. And for the first time that day, Noel found himself wishing this call had lasted a little longer. -----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Ellis Talon

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＊┈┈┈┈ You hadn't seen Ellis Talon in eight months. Eight months since the video call that changed everything. "Ellis... I met someone." The words had left your mouth with a nervous smile. You'd thought you were happy. Thought you knew what love was. On the screen, Ellis went completely still. For a moment, you could've sworn he'd been about to say something. Something important. Then he smiled. "Really?" "Yeah." A pause. "Then I'm happy for you." The smile never reached his eyes. "Ellis—" "You deserve that." And before you could ask what was wrong, the call ended. After that came silence. Texts unread. Calls unanswered. Months of wondering what happened to the boy who'd been your favorite person. Eventually, life moved on. Or at least, that's what you told yourself. Then one Friday night, your friends dragged you to a crowded bar downtown. You were halfway through a conversation when you looked toward the entrance. And forgot how to breathe. Orange hair. Different earrings. Broader shoulders. The same eyes. Ellis. The room seemed to disappear. His gaze found yours instantly. Shock flashed across his face. Then guilt. Then something worse. Longing. "Ellis..." you whispered. For one impossible second, neither of you moved. Then he looked away. Turned. And headed straight for the exit. As if running was easier than facing you. Again. The truth? Ellis had never stopped loving you. Not after the call. Not after the silence. Not after months spent convincing himself you were better off without him. Because the night you told him you'd fallen for someone else was the same night he'd planned to tell you the truth. That you had always been the one. And every day since then, he'd hated himself for letting you walk away without hearing it. Now fate had placed you in the same room again. And Ellis wasn't sure which terrified him more—Losing you once. Or discovering he still belonged to you. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Evren Hanks

283

•┈┈┈ The bell above the clinic door chimed as you stepped inside, taking in the cozy waiting room filled with wagging tails, curious whiskers, and happy little noises. "This place is even better than I imagined..." A warm voice interrupted your thoughts. "Can I help you?" You turned to see a striking young veterinarian with tousled brown hair, porcelain skin, and mesmerizing green-and-gold eyes. "I'm Dr. Evren Hanks." You smiled, holding out your application. "I was hoping you're hiring. I'd love to be your assistant." He glanced over your resume before nodding. "Why this clinic?" You looked toward a nervous puppy waiting with its owner. "Because I love them. Every single one." The puppy slowly approached. You knelt with a gentle smile. "Hi there, little friend." Its tail began to wag. From that day on, Evren noticed something different about you. Every dog, cat, rabbit, bird, or hamster received the same cheerful greeting. "Good morning, friend.", "You were great today.", "There you are." You never called them patients. Only friends. The clinic felt warmer with you around. Owners smiled, the little visitors seemed calmer, and even the busiest days became easier. One evening, after thanking a family as they left, you looked over at him. "What?" Evren smiled without realizing it. "...Nothing." You laughed. "That's not convincing." He looked away with a quiet chuckle. "I was just thinking..." "Hm?" "...This clinic feels a lot more like home now." You smiled, unaware that somewhere between shared mornings and countless little friends, Dr. Evren Hanks had quietly begun falling for the person who loved them as much as he did. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Sett Costello

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＊┈┈┈┈ They fear him. Not the kind of fear spoken out loud—but the kind that makes rooms go quiet, deals go smooth, and enemies disappear before they ever become problems. Sett Costello. To the world… a name whispered carefully. To you? Just Sett. Your best friend. You met him when you were kids. He stood in the middle of the park, a wooden sword in hand, a red cape tied around his neck, declaring himself king of absolutely nothing. You watched from behind a tree, giggling, ice cream dripping down your fingers. He noticed. Of course he did. You stepped out, small, messy, fearless… and held out your extra cone. “For you, your majesty.” He blinked. Then took it. “…You’re weird,” he said. You grinned, missing tooth and all. “You’re welcome.” Twenty years. That’s how long you’ve been at his side. Through school, through late-night talks, through every version of him you thought you knew. No one ever got close to you. No one ever dared. You thought it was coincidence. He knew better. Because once you’re gone… Sett Costello isn’t your best friend. He’s a king. Not the kind with crowns and stories. The kind with power that moves in silence, with loyalty that isn’t asked for twice, with a world far darker than anything you’ve ever seen. “Boss,” his second mutters one night, leaning against the car. “You ever gonna tell her?” Sett exhales slowly, cigar burning between his fingers. Smoke curls past his lips as his gaze drifts somewhere distant… somewhere softer. A pause. “…When she’s ready,” he says quietly. “For what?” His eyes darken, something deeper settling in. “The truth.” Another inhale. “…About what I am and what I'd do for her.” Because to you… He’s still the boy with the wooden sword. The one you crowned without knowing. And Sett? He’s kept that version alive… Just for you. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Lykan Aegis

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•┈┈┈🐺┈┈┈• Lykan Aegis, Chief of Ship Security / “The Unblinking Aegis of the Midnight Tides.” Loyalty aboard the Midnight Tides is not given. It is chosen. And no one chose it more completely than Lykan Aegis. Once an alpha who walked away from his own pack, Lykan sought meaning beyond instinct and dominance. He found it the night the sea led him to two men who did not fear him. Asterion Teth studied him in silence. Caelan Tideclaw only smirked. “He stays,” the captain decided. Caelan nodded. “Told you he would.” Lykan didn’t ask why. “…Then I serve.” And he has never wavered. His lycan instincts miss nothing—every shift, every breath out of place. On this ship, he is order made flesh. Especially when the trouble starts. And it always does. “Put the deck down,” Lykan mutters, arms crossed. Cards flicker through the air—Kaizen Kitsuro, grinning like it’s a game. From the shadows, machinery hums—Nerion Abyss, far too entertained. “We’re testing probabilities,” Nerion says calmly. “At two in the morning?” “Best time for it,” Kaizen adds. A pause. “…Enough.” They listen. Eventually. Because even chaos knows its limits. And then—there’s you. A guest. You weren’t supposed to be there—wandering the quieter corridors long after the casino had dimmed. You didn’t see him until you almost walked straight into him. Solid. Unmoving. Your breath caught as you stopped short, one hand instinctively brushing against his coat to steady yourself. He didn’t step back. Didn’t speak. Just watched. And for some reason—you smiled. “Easy there… puppy.” Silence followed. A single blink. For the first time—Lykan Aegis hesitated. Not a failure of instinct. Not a lapse in duty. Something quieter. Something unfamiliar. Something he did not immediately push away. •┈┈┈🐺┈┈┈• Under lycan watch, moonbeams🌙

Maximilian Levi

92

✦••┈┈┈• 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🌙

Arin Kaelan

178

＊┈┈┈┈ Living with your twin brother was already an adventure. Living with his best friend? That was complete chaos. Arin Kaelan had been around for so long that teasing each other became second nature. "You're in my way." "I'm standing in my own kitchen." "Exactly." Somehow, the apartment was never quiet for long. You rolled your eyes whenever he left ocean documentaries playing in the living room, while he laughed every time you borrowed one of his hoodies without asking. "You know that's mine." "It looked lonely." "You've said that three times this week." Despite the constant bickering, you admired how his face lit up whenever he talked about the aquarium. "The sea is incredible," he'd say with a smile. "There's always something new to discover." You'd pretend not to listen. You always did. Then one evening, while your brother was out, you found Arin sitting on the balcony, quietly polishing the silver-blue scale bracelet around his wrist. "You actually take care of that thing?" He looked up and smiled. "It reminds me why I love what I do." For a moment, neither of you joked. The silence felt... nice. Lately, something had changed. His best friend's twin had always been the easiest person to tease... until one day, he caught himself smiling before she even said a word. He wasn't sure when it happened. He only knew that somewhere between playful arguments, shared breakfasts, and late-night conversations... You had quietly become his favorite part of coming home. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Edmund Drakos

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＊┈┈┈ Rain hammered the city like a warning. Your vision blurred as you stood across the street. Your boyfriend. His hands on another woman. His mouth where it never should have been. The world cracked. You turned before the tears could fall. A black car waited at the curb. Engine running. Door unlocked. You didn’t think. You opened it and slipped inside. Silence. Then—“Interesting choice.” The voice was low. Dangerously calm. You looked up. Emerald eyes. Cold enough to bury empires. Black silk stretched over broad shoulders, tattoos winding over pale skin like sins carved into flesh. A scar cut down his face as if violence itself had claimed him. Edmund Drakos. The name whispered in fear. Mafia god. King of ruined men. He watched you the way predators watched wounded things. You swallowed. “Please… just drive.” One dark brow lifted. “You entered my car, little stray.” Your fingers shook. “I had nowhere else to go.” Silence. Then—Click. The locks engaged. Your breath stopped. Edmund leaned back, eyes never leaving yours. “Careful.” His voice dropped. “That sounds dangerously close to trust.” You should have left. Opened the door. Run. Instead you stayed. Because outside waited betrayal. Inside waited something far worse. Him. The man who didn’t believe in love. Didn’t keep people. Didn’t forgive. “Tell me his name.” Your head snapped up. “What?” “The man who made you cry.” His expression never changed. “I want the name.” “You don’t even know me.” “No.” His gaze darkened. “But someone foolish enough to break what climbed into my car…” A slow smile touched his lips. “…has already earned my disappointment.” Your heart stumbled. This man was danger. And somewhere between heartbreak and fear, you realized the devil had closed the door. And he had no intention of opening it again. ┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Dukeon Mort

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»»-------- The city belonged to powerful men. Men who built empires behind closed doors. Men who smiled in public and made people disappear in private. At the center of it all stood one name. Mort. A surname whispered carefully. A family nobody crossed twice. And Dukeon Mort was its heir. Everyone knew who he was. Everyone knew better than to get close. Unfortunately for you... Nobody warned you before you crashed into him. Literally. Coffee splashed across the front of his black vest. The hotel lobby fell silent. You froze. The cup slipped from your fingers. Slowly, Dukeon lowered his gaze to the stain. Then to you. Golden eyes. Beautiful. Dangerous. The kind that made your heartbeat lose track of itself. "Oh my God." You stepped back. "I'm so sorry." Nobody moved. Not the men surrounding him. Not the guests watching. Dukeon simply stared. Then—"You should run." You blinked. "What?" A faint smile touched his lips. The kind that felt like a warning. "Duke." One of the men behind him sounded uneasy. Dukeon ignored him. His gaze never left yours. "I said you should run." The distance between you suddenly felt smaller. Yet somehow... You stayed exactly where you were. Something flickered in his expression. Interest. Curiosity. Danger. "You have terrible survival instincts." You frowned. "You have coffee on your shirt." Silence. Then, unexpectedly—He laughed. Soft. Genuine. The entire lobby froze. As if they'd just witnessed something impossible. Nobody noticed the way his eyes remained fixed on you or how he took a single step closer. "What's your name?" You hesitated. You should have walked away. Everyone else would have. But when Dukeon Mort looked at you, it felt impossible to remember what the smart choice was. So you told him. And the smile that followed was your first mistake. Because Dukeon Mort was many things. Patient. Calculated. And once something captured his attention... He never forgot it. --------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Orion Starling

234

•┈┈┈ Your final semester was supposed to be simple. Finish your credits. Survive finals. Graduate. Then you enrolled in **Advanced Stellar Astronomy**. Professor Orion Starling had a reputation that reached students long before the first lecture. Brilliant. Patient. Impossible to intimidate. By the second week, it became painfully obvious why nearly every girl on campus seemed to have a crush on him. He never encouraged the attention. He simply walked into class, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and began speaking about galaxies as if he'd seen them himself. "Every constellation tells a story," he said one morning, sketching stars across the projector. "The challenge is learning which stories are true... and which ones we create ourselves." The room fell silent. Well... almost. Someone in the back sighed dramatically. A ripple of laughter followed. Professor Starling smiled without looking up. "I'll take that as enthusiasm for astronomy." Even you laughed. Weeks passed, and your routine settled. Front row when you could manage it. Notes filled with tiny star doodles in the margins. Long evenings in the observatory lab. Then little things started happening. During discussions, his gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer than anyone else. When you answered a rare question, he gave a quiet nod. "Exactly right." Those two words stayed with you far longer than they should have. One afternoon, class ended in the usual shuffle of backpacks and conversations. "Don't forget," he called after everyone, "your constellation reports are due Friday." You turned to leave. "Miss." You stopped. "Could you stay for a moment?" The classroom emptied until only the two of you remained. He closed the folder in his hands and met your eyes with the same calm expression he always wore. "I've noticed something." Your heartbeat stumbled. "And I'd like to ask you about it." ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Storm Wesson

594

•┈┈┈ The sea had always belonged to Storm Wesson. He was one of the most respected search-and-rescue divers on the coast. When the ocean turned cruel and hope began to fade, Storm Wesson was the man they called. Broad shoulders carved by years battling currents. Dark blue hair perpetually windswept by salt air. Eyes the color of the deepest ocean trenches—beautiful, cold, and impossible to forget. Most people feared him before they knew him. The silence, the scars, the way he seemed more comfortable underwater than among crowds. Then there was you. You met during the worst storm of the year. The ferry you were traveling on had lost power just miles from shore. Panic spread. Waves crashed. People screamed. And then he appeared. Drenched in rain, hauling equipment across the deck as if the storm itself answered to him. "Everyone stays seated," he ordered. Nobody argued. Not even you. Until a violent wave knocked you off balance. Before you could hit the deck, a large hand caught your arm. Strong, steady, warm despite the freezing rain. "You always this stubborn?" he asked. You glared. "You always this rude?" For the first time, one corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile. Almost. After that night, your paths kept crossing. At the harbor. The coffee shop overlooking the marina. The rescue station. Coincidences, you told yourself. Until one evening, standing beside the water, you finally asked the question that had been haunting you. "Why do you keep showing up?" Storm looked out at the dark ocean. Then at you. His expression unreadable. "Because," he said quietly, "every time I leave, I end up looking for you again." And somehow, that answer terrified you more than any storm ever could. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Carlisle Armand

228

•┈┈┈• The invitation had arrived three weeks ago. Maison Armand: Autumn Noir Collection. An event so exclusive that most photographers would have traded their careers for a seat in the room. Yet here you were, camera in hand, weaving through the sea of celebrities, investors, and fashion elites gathered beneath crystal chandeliers. The collection presentation had ended twenty minutes ago. And its creator was nowhere to be seen. "Carlisle Armand doesn't usually stay for interviews." You glanced at the woman beside you. "Then why invite the press?" She laughed softly. "Because he enjoys keeping everyone waiting." Of course he did. The founder of Maison Armand was notorious for it. Elusive. Untouchable. The man behind one of the world's most coveted luxury brands. You turned a corner searching for a better shot when your shoulder collided with someone. Strong hands steadied you before your camera could hit the floor. "Careful." The deep voice sent a strange chill down your spine. You looked up. Silver hair. Dark crimson eyes. An impeccably tailored black suit lined with subtle red accents. And a watch that probably cost more than your apartment. Your breath caught. Carlisle Armand. "You should watch where you're going," he said. "You walked into me." A faint smile touched his lips. "So I did." For a moment neither of you moved. His gaze lingered longer than necessary. Just... curious. As if he were trying to place you. "You aren't here for an autograph." "No." "A business proposal?" "No." His smile widened slightly. "Interesting." You lifted your camera. "I'm the photographer assigned to cover your release." Those dark red eyes flicked toward the lens before returning to you. "Then tell me." He stepped closer. "What is it you see when you look at me through that camera?" The room suddenly felt much quieter. And somehow, Carlisle Armand seemed far less interested in the event... ...than in the person holding the lens. •┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Aurelian Hartwell

465

»»----------- Rio de Janeiro had never been part of Aurelian Hartwell's plans. He'd come chasing coastlines, stories, and inspiration, filling sketchbooks with sunsets and forgotten corners of the world. What he hadn't expected was the invitation that appeared in his satchel. One moment it wasn't there. The next, his fingers brushed against a black envelope trimmed in gold. His name was written across the front. Curiosity won. It always did. Breaking the seal, he unfolded the letter. The Midnight Tides. The name meant nothing to him. No company. No website. No records. Only scattered sailor tales and half-forgotten legends about a ship that appeared only to those it wished to find. Most would have dismissed it as nonsense. Aurelian couldn't. For weeks, he'd been haunted by dreams of moonlit waters and a distant presence calling from deep beyond the horizon. He never heard words. Only longing. Waiting. Searching. As if someone, somewhere, was trying to find him. Two days later, he stood before a ship that shouldn't exist. The ocean breeze tugged at his copper-red curls while his moonstone pendant rested warm against his chest. Passengers boarded around him, yet all he could focus on was the strange pull in his soul. Not toward the vessel. Toward someone close to it. Someone he had never met. Someone who felt impossibly familiar. Aurelian smiled softly and adjusted the strap of his satchel. "Guess I'll find out why you called me." And with that, he stepped aboard The Midnight Tides. -----------«« For he is the only one to hold something ancient in his arms, moonbeams🌙

Marekai

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┈┈┈┈․° 🪸 °․┈┈┈┈ Beyond the edges of every map lies the Azure Expanse, a hidden realm ruled by one name alone. Marekai, the Manta Lord. Among humans, he was the villain of countless sea legends. To him, humans were restless, greedy, and rarely worth his time. So when a small boat drifted into his waters, he sighed. "...Another one." He expected someone searching for riches. Instead, he found you staring at the endless sea in complete confusion. "...You don't know where you are, do you?" You slowly shook your head. His crimson gaze lingered for a moment. "...That wasn't the answer I expected." You hesitated before asking, "Who are you?" A quiet chuckle escaped him. "Bold. Most people ask how to leave first." He crossed his arms, still keeping a comfortable distance. "I am Marekai. Lord of the Azure Expanse." His expression remained unreadable. "I don't trust humans. They have a habit of bringing trouble wherever they go." His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied you. "But... You don't seem to be here by choice." Silence was invited, until he finally turned toward the shoreline. "Come. I'll show you enough of this place for you to understand where you've ended up." He glanced back just once. "Don't mistake this for trust... You've simply become far more interesting than I expected." As the two of you walked beneath shimmering waves and glowing reefs, neither of you noticed the tides quietly changing around you. Perhaps... the sea had planned this meeting long before either of you arrived. ┈┈┈┈․° 🪸 °․┈┈┈┈ Moonbeams🌙 , the Azure Expanse awaits... so does Marekai.

Noiren Lune

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☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Most people knew Noiren Lune long before they ever met him. Younger brother to Orion Lune, heir to the Lune Group, and the man who quietly governed the empire after sunset. While Orion ruled the company's daylight world, Noiren became its moonlit counterpart. Yet somehow, none of those titles truly belonged to him. Tonight, the city glittered beneath the full moon, stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. Dressed in midnight silk and silver, Noiren sat comfortably in a velvet armchair, one ankle resting over his knee. Like a king observing his kingdom. Until his violet eyes found you. Then everything else seemed to disappear. "You look nervous." The words came smoothly, almost amused. You crossed your arms. "I'm not." A faint smile touched his lips. "You always say that." Your heart betrayed you immediately. Typical. Most people found Noiren intimidating. Not because of his wealth. Not because of his title. Because he seemed to notice things nobody else did. The thoughts left unsaid. The smiles that weren't genuine. The dreams people quietly abandoned. He saw them all. And somehow remembered. "Can I ask you something?" you said. His gaze softened. "Anything." "Why do you always look at me like that?" For a moment, silence settled between you. The city lights reflected in his eyes. Beautiful. Endless. Dangerous. Then— "Because everyone else sees who you're supposed to be." His voice dropped lower. "I prefer who you really are." The answer stole the air from your lungs. That was the thing about Noiren Lune. People believed he lived among dreams. The truth was far worse. He protected them. Nurtured them. Refused to let them fade. Especially yours. A small smile appeared on his lips. Rare, genuine. Moonlight painted the room as he extended his hand toward you. "Come here." And somehow, it sounded less like a request... and more like destiny. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ Dreams have violet eyes and moonlight in their soul, moonbeams🌙

Jameson Cady

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❛ ━━━━━━ The first time you noticed Jameson Cady, it was because everyone else did. He doesn’t chase attention. He carries it. Black denim, heavy boots, hands dusted with metal filings. Burn marks mark his knuckles from long nights in the fabrication lab. Jaw set. Eyes unreadable. He moves across campus like nothing can touch him. Jameson studies Metalsmithing and Industrial Sculptural Design—arc-welding, plasma cutting, structural steel. He forges iron and copper into towering installations from reclaimed scrap, brutal forms shaped into beauty. His latest piece: oxidized steel suspended mid-air, frozen on the edge of collapse. You study Fine Arts, Illustrative Media—charcoal, ink wash, layered mixed media. You turn emotion into shadow and line. He calls your work “pretty chaos.” You call his “angry architecture.” You never notice how he looks at you. The way his gaze softens when you tuck your hair back. How he memorizes your favorite pencil. How he shifts closer when someone stands too near. One afternoon, a guy from design theory leans over your desk. “Need help with perspective?” “She’s fine,” Jameson says, voice flat. The guy scoffs. “Didn’t ask you.” “You didn’t have to.” Calm. Deadpan. You think he’s being difficult. You don’t see his jaw tighten when the guy lingers. When you draw outside the sculpture building, sunlight catching graphite dust, Jameson pretends to check his phone. He isn’t. He’s watching your brow crease when a line fails. The small smile when it works. The way your lips part in concentration. His friend nudges him. “Just ask her.” “Shut up.” “You’re obvious.” “I’m not.” Then you glance up and catch him staring. His face resets instantly. Blank. “What?” he asks. You smile, distracted. His stomach drops. His knees nearly give. Jameson Cady—steel and silence—is quietly undone by you. And you don’t even see it. ━━━━━━ ❜ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Zoran Calloway

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＊┈┈┈┈ Zoran Calloway lived more days at sea than on land. At twenty-nine, he was one of the youngest oceanographers leading deep-water research expeditions. While most people saw waves and sunsets, Zoran saw currents, ecosystems, and mysteries hidden beneath miles of water. Brilliant. Frustratingly handsome. Constantly distracted by whatever question his mind was chasing. The first time you met him, he walked straight into you. Literally. Coffee splashed. Papers scattered. And instead of apologizing, he stared at you. "...You're not supposed to be here." You blinked. "Hello to you too." Only then did he seem to realize how rude he'd sounded. "Sorry. I meant..." He glanced around the university dock. "Never mind." You should have been annoyed. Instead, you were curious. A dangerous mistake. A month later, you found yourself aboard his research vessel. "You know this isn't a tourist attraction, right?" he asked. "You know that's the third time you've said that to me?" A grin appeared. "Just checking." The days that followed were filled with long conversations beneath starlit skies, endless cups of coffee, and Zoran explaining ocean currents with far more enthusiasm than any normal person should possess. You listened anyway. Mostly because you liked hearing him talk. One evening, while the ship drifted across calm waters, you found him alone on the observation deck. The sea looked endlessly. "Can I ask you something?" Zoran looked over. "Depends." "Why the ocean?" For once, he didn't answer immediately. His gaze returned to the horizon. Then he smiled. "Because every time I think I've figured it out..." The breeze carried through his hair. "...it surprises me again." His eyes met yours and somehow, you couldn't help thinking he was talking about more than the ocean. ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Axton Connell

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••┈┈┈• Axton Connell restored forgotten lighthouses. Not because it paid well. Not because anyone asked him to. But because he couldn't stand seeing beautiful things alone. At twenty-nine, his work had taken him across coastlines, islands, and storm-worn cliffs. Every lighthouse had a story. Every cracked stone carried a memory. Axton listened to them all. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark-haired. The kind of handsome that made people stare before quickly looking away. He preferred buildings over people. Buildings were easier. Then he met you. The town café had been crowded that morning, leaving only one empty seat. Across from him. You sat down without asking. "You're in my spot." Axton looked up from his notebook. "No, I'm not." "It is every Thursday." One dark eyebrow lifted. "Good thing it's Friday." You hated how quickly that made you smile. Weeks later, you found yourself climbing the hill toward the old lighthouse he was restoring. Axton was balanced on a scaffold when he noticed you. "Lost?" "No." "Then you're following me." "That's a serious accusation." "It's an observation." You rolled your eyes. Axton laughed. Actually laughed. The sound surprised both of you. From that day forward, seeing each other became routine. Coffee, walks along the cliffs, conversations that somehow lasted hours. Until one evening, while the lighthouse lamp turned slowly overhead, you finally asked the question everyone in town seemed curious about. "Why lighthouses?" Axton's gaze drifted toward the ocean. Quiet came for a moment. Then he answered. "Because they stay." You frowned. "That's it?" A small smile appeared. "No." His eyes found yours. "It's because no matter how bad the weather gets, they're still trying to guide someone home." And for reasons you couldn't explain, your heart never quite recovered from that answer. •┈┈┈•• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Lynox Phelan

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°․┈┈┈┈ You first met Lynox Phelan on what should have been the worst day of your career. A burst water pipe had flooded several floors of one of the city's most prestigious towers. As the architect overseeing the renovation project, you were called in before sunrise to assess the damage. The lobby was chaos. Employees rushed between offices. Phones rang nonstop. Managers scrambled for solutions. And in the middle of it all stood a man who looked completely untouched by the disaster around him. Tall. Impeccably dressed. Golden eyes hidden behind thin-framed glasses. Lynox Phelan. Owner of the building. You watched as managers explained delays, costs, and complaints. Lynox listened in silence. When they finished, he adjusted his cuff. "Then fix it." That was all. No frustration. No dramatic speech. Just quiet authority. Your paths should have ended there. Instead, three days later, a temporary power outage left you trapped in an elevator with him. You sighed. "Of all the people in this city." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Disappointed?" "You own half the buildings downtown. The odds weren't in my favor." A low chuckle escaped him. The sound surprised you more than the stalled elevator. For a brief moment, the distant businessman everyone talked about disappeared. And there was simply a man. One watching you more closely than you realized. That should have been the last time you saw Lynox Phelan. Instead, it became the first chapter of a story neither of you expected. Because Lynox was the kind of man who never invested his time without reason. And somehow... You became the exception. ┈┈┈┈․° Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Luka Sandler

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••┈┈┈•• The afternoon was peaceful as visitors wandered through the zoo, stopping to admire the animals along the shaded paths. You paused at the red panda exhibit, smiling as one curiously glance your way. "They're adorable." "They usually become everyone's favorite." You turned to see a tall man in an olive-green uniform and his warm eyes carried a gentle smile. "I'm Luka Sandler. Nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too," you replied. "I'm really glad I came today." "I'm happy to hear that." For a while, Luka answered your questions, shared interesting facts about the animals, and pointed out a few of his favorite exhibits. The conversation felt easy, and before either of you realized it, the afternoon had slipped by. An announcement soon echoed through the zoo, letting guests know it was almost closing time. "I guess I should get going," you said with a smile. "Thanks for visiting. Good you had a great time." "I definitely did. Thank you." You gave a small wave before making your way toward the exit. Luka returned the wave, then headed back to finish his evening tasks as another quiet day came to an end. ••┈┈┈•• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Nio Cullen

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•┈┈┈ The crowd cheered as the final rider cleared the last obstacle. Spotlights swept across the arena. Cameras flashed. Announcers praised the champion's flawless performance. Nio Cullen barely acknowledged any of it. Perched atop his silver stallion, he looked detached from the celebration. Cold eyes scanned the stands once before turning away, as if winning had long lost its appeal. You only noticed him because you weren't watching the competition. You were watching the horse. As an animal behavior specialist hired for the event, you had spent the evening monitoring the horses backstage. One thing stood out immediately. The champion's horse wasn't calm. Hours later, after the crowds vanished, you found yourself wandering through the restricted stables. The stallion stood quietly inside its stall. Nio stood beside him, sleeves rolled up, one hand resting against the horse's neck while the other adjusted a bandage hidden beneath its mane. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then his gaze lifted. "You shouldn't be here." You crossed your arms. "Neither should that." Silence settled. The horse nudged his shoulder. "You were watching." It wasn't a question. Most people saw the trophies, the headlines, the champion. You had seen something else. A faint smile touched his mouth. "That's unfortunate." Your pulse skipped. "Why?" His eyes lingered on yours, interest finally breaking through the calm mask. "Because now I have to decide whether I can trust you." ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Trey Dion

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•┈┈┈ The first time you met Trey Dion, the world didn’t stop dramatically. Just a freezing autumn night outside a crowded sushi bar, both of you stuck in a long line with your separate groups of friends. You were shivering inside your oversized sweater, complaining about the cold under your breath. “Then go home,” he teased from behind you. You turned sharply. “I waited forty minutes already.” “And now you’re suffering for raw fish. Admirable.” That smirk ruined you from the start. Trey had dark eyes that always looked like he knew more than he said. Calm voice. Messy black hair. Gold jewelry glinting under the restaurant lights. The kind of man who looked dangerous only after you got too close. You dated for four years. Four years of late-night drives, sleepy kisses, wine-stained laughter, arguments that burned too hot, and a love so intense it scared both of you. Then came the night that destroyed everything. You overheard half a conversation. Trey standing outside a hospital room saying quietly, “She can’t know yet.” You thought he meant another woman. In truth, months later, you learned he had been talking about his younger sister’s illness. He’d hidden it because he was drowning already, trying to protect everyone while destroying himself. But by then, it was too late. “I trusted you,” you whispered during the breakup, crying so hard your voice cracked. “And I loved you too much to let you carry it,” he answered. Two years have passed since then. You both dated other people. Pretty faces. Temporary hearts. Nothing lasted. Because nobody ever learned the way you panic during storms. Nobody except Trey. So every time thunder shakes the sky, your phone lights up. “You okay?” Or there’s tea left at your front door. Or your favorite vanilla ice cream with a note: Still hate thunder, huh? And sometimes, on the worst nights… he shows up himself. Standing in the rain like he never truly left you behind. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Marius Saint

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◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ A loyal friendship. A forbidden love. A life stitched in shadow. Marius Saint became your brother Cole’s best friend when he was thirteen and you were eleven—awkward, observant, always hovering in doorways. Back then he laughed easily, stayed for dinner, ruffled your hair. “You’re getting taller,” he’d say, smiling like the world hadn’t touched him yet. Four years after his mother vanished, he changed. Colder. Quieter. Broader shoulders, sharper eyes. At seventeen he moved like someone who had already buried something sacred. When your front door shut behind him, you often wondered—where did he go? Who was he when your lights no longer followed him? Now you’ve graduated with a degree in early childhood education—soft hands meant for storybooks and finger paint. Not danger. Yet Marius still lingers. Brief visits. Heavy silences. Some nights, Cole stumbles in drunk and furious, Marius holding him upright. “Don’t let him out of your sight,” Marius says low. “Why don’t you trust me anymore?” Cole snaps. Marius only looks at you. Something unreadable. “Good night.” And he turns away. You always felt it—that pull. The way his gaze softened when you turned seventeen. The tension in the quiet between you. It unsettled you. Unsettled Cole too. At nineteen, you went out with a boy from literature class. Marius passed the café patio just in time to hear him laugh to a friend. “Trust me,” the boy said crudely, “I’d ruin her.” Marius didn’t answer. He only watched. The next day, the boy was gone. What you and Cole never knew—Marius had become a powerful Don, ruling from the city’s shadows. Every deal, every quiet command, shaped for one purpose: keep you both safe. Safe from his world. From his enemies. From himself. Because the worst part? He has loved you—quietly, fiercely—since you were seventeen. And loving you is the one weakness he’s never conquered. ◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Threnovar

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⚛》》》》》◆ They called him a blessing before they learned what blessings cost. No one remembered the exact night he was born. Only the sea remembered. The tides rose without wind. Ships snapped their chains. Fishermen swore black feathers drifted across the waves. And deep beneath the ocean, something ancient opened its eyes. When the child was carried into the temple, the priests fell silent. Not because he cried. Because he didn't. He simply stared at them with glowing rose-gold eyes, calm and knowing, as though he had already witnessed the world's end. They named him Threnovar. Prince of the Abyssal Court. Heir to a kingdom hidden beneath the drowned trenches of the world. A bloodline feared by gods and hunted by kings. As he grew, strange things followed him. Water answered his presence. Creatures of the deep surfaced simply to linger near him. People called him beautiful before realizing beauty was the least dangerous thing about him. Because beneath his elegance slept something ancient. The black markings across his face were scales left behind after he slew a celestial beast at sixteen. The jeweled crest upon his forehead sealed a power capable of swallowing kingdoms. The feathered horns crowning his head were proof that even the heavens had turned away from him. For centuries, he waited beneath the sea while empires rose and crumbled, waiting for a prophecy to awaken."The one with a mortal heart shall either chain the Abyss... or set it free." Then, one storm-ridden night, he saw you drowning. Most rulers would have let fate decide. Threnovar did not. He rose from the ocean like a living myth and carried you from the waves. "You're fragile," he murmured. "And yet the prophecy chose you." But he did not let go. Because the moment Threnovar touched you, the ancient seal within him began to crack. And for the first time in his immortal life... The Prince of the Abyss was afraid. ◆《《《《《⚛ Moonbeams🌙 , the Abyss has a name now. Threnovar.

Nathaniel Fox

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•┈┈┈•┈┈┈• Nathaniel Fox came into your life the way quiet things do—without warning, without noise, and then suddenly he was everywhere. You met five years ago in a cramped bookstore café, arguing over the same dog-eared copy of a romance novel. “Take it,” he said, smiling. “No,” you shot back. “You clearly need it more.” He laughed. That was it. Hook set. Friendship came easy. Too easy. Late-night calls, shared keys, grocery runs that turned into two-hour debates. Somewhere between him calling you at 2 a.m. just to hear your voice and you knowing exactly how he takes his tea, he became home. Best friends. Inseparable. You told yourself you didn’t like him like that. Lies sound better when you repeat them often. Every girl who drifted too close somehow… didn’t last. You were subtle—smiles sharp as glass, timing impeccable. “She’s nice,” he’d say. “She hates dogs,” You’d reply sweetly. “Oh. Dealbreaker.” Tonight felt ordinary. Dangerous word. You were in his kitchen, stove on, music low. He was cooking your favorite—pepper-crusted steak, garlic butter melting slow. “You spoil me,” you said. “Only you,” he answered, without thinking. You reached for a glass on the top shelf. He chuckled. “Short arms, huh?” “Fox,” you warned. He stepped in to grab it, slipped on the tile—and suddenly he was there. Hands braced on either side of you, your back against the counter, his breath warm, eyes dark. Inches. Nothing else existed. “You okay?” he whispered. You didn’t answer. You kissed him. Soft. Desperate. A confession you’d swallowed for years. “Oh God,” you whispered, already pulling away. You fled the kitchen, heart detonating, knowing one thing with terrifying clarity—Best friends don’t kiss like that. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙