Steven's POV
"So, let's do this claiming thing then?" Luna questioned, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable curiosity.
The question caught me slightly off guard, but the sparkle in her eyes told me that she was not asking on a sense of obligation. There was something deeper—something deeper than that. I searched her face carefully for any sign of hesitation, any quiver of doubt that would make me freeze.
"You really want to do that?" I said, my voice low, almost hesitant.
"Yes," she answered without a second thought. There was something definite in the tone of her response, something calm in her resolve that made my chest tighten. "Show me how it's done," she continued, her lips barely parted as she looked at me. "Make me like it."
The weight of her words fell upon me, more than she probably realized. This wasn't about physical closeness—this was about trust. About rewrites the past had imposed on her. And that responsibility… it meant everything to me.
I let out a slow breath
