(Max's Pov)The soft glow from the window painted the room in a warm, inviting light. Luna and I sat side by side on the bed, the weight of the day's events fading into the background as it seems like we are looking for solace in each other's presence. Our shoulders brushed lightly, a subtle connection that remainded me of the hug we shared.I reached out, my fingers grazing her arm in a gentle caress. But as quickly as the touch was initiated, she shifted slightly, pulling away almost imperceptibly. A flicker of confusion passed through me, my heart skipping a beat as I wondered if I had misread the moment. I cleared my throat, searching for words to break the silence that had suddenly settled between us."Are you okay?" I asked softly, my voice carrying a hint of concern, I have come to kmow and see the side of me she likes.She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine briefly before darting away. A small smile played at the corners of her lips, a facade that seemed to belie the turmo
...(Maximilian cont'd)Her voice, tinged with frustration and anger, filled the air like a storm gathering strength. Her words crashed against me, each sentence a wave that threatened to engulf me in its intensity. I watched as her brows furrowed, her lips forming sharp lines that mirrored the sharpness of her words. And yet, even in the midst of her anger, there was something undeniably endearing about the way she expressed herself.Her eyes blazed, a fire ignited by disappointment and hurt. I tried to focus on her words, to understand the depth of her emotions, but a part of me was captivated by the fierce determination in her gaze. As she spoke, her hands gestured animatedly, punctuating her words with sharp movements that underscored the weight of her frustration.Of course I already figured out that Seraphina lied but I rather her leash out on me like this.A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips, an involuntary reaction to the contrast between her fiery expression and the
(Luna's pov)The words hung in the air like a surreal echo, and I stared at Max, trying to gauge his expression for any sign of a jest. A faint smile tugged at his lips, and for a split second, I thought he was kidding. My heart raced with a mixture of amusement and confusion, my mind grappling to comprehend the weight of what he had just said."You're joking, right?" I blurted out, a nervous laugh bubbling up. The mere thought of being pregnant was so far from my reality that I couldn't help but assume it was a playful tease, a way to catch me off guard.Max shook his head earnestly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that erased any doubts I might have had. "No, Luna, I'm not joking. The doctor told me when we were at the hospital a few days ago."The laughter faded, replaced by a rush of emotions that surged through me like a tidal wave. The shock registered, and my hand instinctively moved to rest over my stomach as if to protect myself from the sudden surge of realizati
...After the harsh words had been exchanged, a heavy silence descended upon the room like a thick fog, suffocating any remaining warmth. My heart raced, echoing the tension that hung in the air. The air seemed to hold its breath, waiting for someone to break it.I sank down onto the edge of the bed, the mattress giving a soft sigh beneath me. My fingers clenched and unclenched, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. Every heartbeat sent a jolt of emotion through my body, reminding me of the pain I was trying so desperately to quell.I glanced at the space where Max had stood just moments ago, his figure outlined by the sliver of light that crept in through the curtains. His back was turned to me, shoulders tense, and his steps were heavy as he retreated from the battlefield we had unwittingly created. I watched his broad shoulders recede, the very sight of him igniting a flurry of emotions within me.The seconds ticked by, each one carrying the weight of an eternity. The sec
..."You shouldn't have seen those pictures," he said gaining my attention."Why?" I asked "It was confidential," he said, of course, that doesn't answer anything."Of course, it is," I said forcing a smile and getting myself to stand up."Where are you going?" he asked stopping me on my track."To my room, for the remaining minutes before my things get moved here, I don't think I have a say about the moving anyway."You need to have breakfast before you leave the room," he said, how he moved from the desk to where I was I do not know but what I knew was, he held my hand and led me back to the bed."I never had to explain anything to anyone," he suddenly said while I just stared at him wondering where this is heading towards."For some reason, I can't stand to see you crying," my heart tugged as I struggled to concentrate, the closeness between us was too close, and my eyes seem to be wandering around a lot, his chest, his arms, the memory of that day on his pottery room swinging aro
...Max excused himself to take his bath, and I finally exhaled, a small smile tugging at my lips as he disappeared from the room, into the bathroom. The weight that had settled on my shoulders lifted, and I welcomed the newfound quiet. It was a rare moment to collect my thoughts without the distracting pull of his presence.Leaning back in his chair, I couldn't help but glance to the space where he was just standing just seconds ago. His absence left an echo, a void that allowed me to shift my gaze away from his captivating, chiseled chest. The pull of his masculinity had been undeniable, but now, with him out of sight, I could finally clear my head.With a determined breath, I redirected my attention to the plate in front of me. The flavors seemed more intense, as if my taste buds had been awakened from a slumber. I savored each bite, chewing thoughtfully as my mind wandered. The sound of running water from the bathroom reached my ears, a reminder that he was momentarily out of rea
My attention remained drawn to Max and his mother and no matter how bad I hate to mention her name, Seraphina. Their presence created an atmosphere that I struggled to embrace. Despite my best efforts, a feeling of discomfort settled within me, making it hard to fully enjoy the scene unfolding before my eyes.I watched as Max approached his mother with deliberate care. The way he kissed her cheeks and led her away conveyed a deep connection that tugged at my heart. Yet, my focus couldn't help but shift to Seraphina, who still held onto his mother's hand. The beautiful moment once comforting now felt like an intrusion that I couldn't shake off because of her.As Max guided his mother toward her room, the weight of the unspoken hung heavily in the air. The atmosphere in the living room shifted, becoming awkward and strained. I exchanged glances with Seraphina, her obvious fake curiosity and concern mirroring my own feelings. However, my unease doesnt matter right now. What matters is
Seraphina's sudden collapse jolted the room into chaos, a sense of panic tightening my chest as I watched Nathaniel swoop in to carry her swiftly out of the room. Her limp form seemed so fragile, a stark contrast to the strong-willed woman I had seen just moments before. The shock of her actions left me momentarily frozen, my mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of what had just occurred.Nathaniel's quick and decisive actions were commendable, his strength evident as he carried her with urgency. The reality of the situation dawned on me—the gravity of Seraphina's self-inflicted wound, the urgency of getting her medical attention. The room felt charged with a mix of anxiety and concern, a reflection of the collective worry that had settled over us.As my eyes shifted from Seraphina's departing figure to Max, I noticed his immediate instinct to follow. His face was a mask of desperation, a reflection of the fear that gripped him as he tried to reach her side. However, before he co