The Lunar Legacy
He’s your stone, Sam—plant, love, stay.
Sam’s green eyes glowed, tattoo pulsing faintly, leaning into him, fingers tracing his wrist, warm, steady. “We’re growing, Kev,” she whispered, voice soft, Luna’s fire eternal. Side by side, she linked, pulse warm, ours forever.
Always, he linked, amber eyes bright, tattoo tingling. You’re my moon.
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