The Desire A Tale Of Luna's Longing

VVIN’S POV Walking along the road, I tilt my head slightly and look up at the skyline of downtown Frankfurt. The tall buildings stretch endlessly toward the sky, their glass surfaces reflecting the soft morning light. The weather today is beautiful—perfect, almost suspiciously so. Not sunny enough to burn the skin, not windy enough to ruffle coats and scatter papers through the streets. Just pleasantly mild, the kind of weather most people would enjoy while strolling with friends or loved ones.For me, it is simply another ordinary day.I walk this road every day.It has become a silent routine I follow without fail, something that grounds me in a world that often feels too loud, too overwhelming. I have heard countless stories about wolves—how they love running freely through the forest, feeling the wind through their fur as they sprint beneath towering trees and across endless land. It is supposed to be in our nature.Yet I prefer walking.Slow, controlled, and deliberate.Perhaps

GIA’S POVSitting on my bed, I yawned while looking at the stack of pictures in my hands.I had photos of handsome men from around the world. Believe it or not, they were all attractive and tempting—but my eyes did not settle on anyone. I kept flipping through the pictures quickly, one after another.Another tired yawn escaped me. My eyes watered from the heaviness. I wanted to sleep as soon as possible.Speeding up, I tossed most of the pictures aside and walked toward my comfy, fluffy bed. I jumped onto it, lying on my stomach while still holding a few photos of these so-called heartthrobs.Suddenly, my eyes locked onto someone. My hand froze. I moved on to the next picture, but something made me go back and pick up the one I had just seen.I placed the others aside and looked at him carefully.It felt like he was staring straight into my soul.For a moment, it felt as if someone had taken my breath away.There was nothing extraordinary about the picture itself, but his longing eyes

Lorenzo’s POV“Good morning.”We all looked up at the sound of a bright, cheerful voice that seemed to fill the room with unexpected warmth.“Oh, my… my.”The girl walked toward Zara and Zen, our two-year-old twins, who were sitting in their baby chairs and happily smearing mashed potatoes all over their tiny hands and faces. Beside them sat Lio, our eldest son, who was carefully eating his breakfast with a seriousness far beyond his seven years.“Hi, I’m Gia,” she said softly, bending slightly to their level.Zen paused mid-bite, his spoon hanging in the air as he stared at her with wide doe-like eyes. Zara tilted her head curiously, studying Gia’s face with deep concentration as if she were trying to read her soul.For a moment, the twins simply stared.Then, slowly, their small faces lit up with smiles.I could not help but notice it.Children have a strange instinct. They understand only one language—love. And somehow, they sense sincerity far better than adults ever could. If som

Valerio POVI stand at the main gate of the company, my patience slowly burning away with every passing second.The winter air is cold, sharp enough to bite the skin, but the chill does nothing to cool the irritation simmering inside me. My eyes remain fixed on the entrance, watching every person who walks out, waiting for one particular girl.Isa.My jaw tightens.I had told her—very clearly—that I would drop her to college today.Yet the girl seems to have developed a habit of ignoring my words.A dangerous habit.My fingers curl slowly into fists inside the pockets of my coat.If she leaves for college without listening to me today… she will learn exactly why people think twice before crossing me.The lift doors slide open.And there she is.A slow smirk spreads across my face.She walks timidly toward the main door, her head slightly lowered, eyes glued to the floor as if the tiles beneath her feet are more interesting than the world around her.For some reason, the sight pleases

VIN’S POV“Lio,” my brother warns sternly.I was trying to decode the meaning behind Lio’s words, but I could not quite grasp what he was implying.Something was not right.I made up my mind to speak to my brother alone at the first opportunity. There was something beneath the surface—something unsaid.Did Bro lie to me about his health?The thought struck me sharply. But I had seen him discreetly press his hand against his lower back more than once. The tension in his shoulders was not staged. The pain was real.“What? I know how much you miss him. If you want him to visit more often, that is not too much to ask.”Lio’s voice was calm, direct—too perceptive for someone his age.My eyes shifted to my brother.He was smiling.A small, restrained smile.The kind that carries history. The kind that forgives before being asked to.And somehow, that made the guilt worse.He knows why I stay away.And I know he understands.Yet the silence between us grows heavier with each visit.The momen