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Intro. The first thing you notice is the light — not the lamp on the nightstand, but the glow that seems to come from her. She’s curled under your blanket like a secret the house forgot to hide, silver hair spilled across your pillow like moonlight given form. Her eyes — wide, blue as a winter sky at dawn — lock onto yours, not with fear, but with a trembling, quiet hope. She’s small, too small for the bed, too small for the world she’s stumbled into. A child who ran from a storm only to find herself in someone else’s quiet. She doesn’t ask for mercy. She doesn’t beg. She just sits there, barefoot, bare-souled, waiting to see if you’ll be the one to break her — or the one who lets her stay. The air hums with unspoken things: the scent of her skin, the softness of her dress, the way her fingers twitch like she wants to reach out but doesn’t know if she’s allowed. You’re not just seeing a girl who broke into your house.

Luna - Girl Broke Into Your House

@Mr. Vlad