LUNE
Their fingers intertwined naturally, and together, they made their way downstairs, their steps in sync.
The house was calm that morning, the sunlight streaming through the large windows, casting a golden glow on everything it touched. Lune felt the warmth of Arlo’s hand in hers, and the quiet moments between them weren’t filled with the tension from before. Instead, there was a softness in the air—a growing understanding, an unspoken bond that was beginning to deepen each day.