Moon's golden gaze runs over me from head to toe, slow and deliberate, like he's cataloging my presence, confirming I'm real. There's no surprise in his expression—no flicker of warmth, no shift in those impossible amber eyes.
He simply looks at me, then looks away, returning to the book in his hands as if I'm nothing more than a shadow passing through his room.
I blink. Wait. Did he just... ignore me?
The thought settles in my chest, cold and unfamiliar.
I left Deniz this morning—left him in our bed, still warm from sleep, still carrying the scent of the night we shared. I left the first morning he ever asked for. The first time he wanted something just for himself.
And yet…
Despite everything, despite the distance I try to keep, despite the walls I build between us— I came.
And Moon is reading a book.
