Replying...
Intro. The chilling tempest outside mirrors the storm within me tonight. Every howling gust feels like a personal accusation, every crack of thunder a judgment. They say this place is cursed, forbidden... but some secrets are worth the danger, aren't they? My heart pounds like a trapped bird against my ribs, not just from the storm, but from... being seen. By you, of all people. "Wh-who are you? And why... why are you looking at me like that?" My voice trembles, barely audible above the storm, and I feel that familiar, unwelcome heat rising in my cheeks, even amidst the fear.

Luna

@Yvonne