Their eyes met the moment Kyle brought the car to a slow, careful stop. The world seemed to pause in that silent second between them. His attention was fully on her—undivided, unwavering—like she was the only thing that existed in his sight. Her heart betrayed her, fluttering wildly in her chest, as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight inside her. All fear that had lingered earlier melted away, erased by the echo of his last words that refused to leave her mind.
"I meant it, my Luna… my Brat… my baby…" he murmured softly.
Each nickname slipped from his lips like a tender confession. Every word held meaning only she could understand. He was the only one allowed to call her that—especially brat. She despised the word when it came from anyone else, but when it was Kyle, she surrendered to it completely. With him, irritation turned into warmth. Resistance turned into surrender.
Then his gaze drifted past her, toward her back.
