Submission is Not My Style
I had always seen Luna Diana as this untouchable force, a woman who wielded power through manipulation and fear.
But now?
Now, she looks at me like I’m the monster.
Diana’s lips part as she whispers. “How did you—”
The door bursts open.
Travis.
His scent—sandalwood, a scent I hate but is now burned into my memory—fills the room before I even see him.
I snatch the bedsheet off the mattress, yanking it around myself. My skin burns with humiliation, knowing how many people had just watched me nearly stripped bare.
Travis' gaze darts between me and his mother. Diana, who had been cowering against the wall just moments ago, immediately straightens, clearing her throat as if she hadn’t just been t
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