STAN POV
* fly me to the moon - The macaron’s project*
I was late.
Everything was perfect. Everything had gone exactly as I planned—the blindfold, the ride, the waterfall, the firelight, her body writhing under mine like she was born for me.
Until… until I had her between my fingers.
Until I had to see her wrecked beneath me. By me.
Fucked until everything else faded.
And it did.
Because by the time her screams were muffled by the waterfall and her nails had carved half-moons into my back, I looked up—and the blood moon was already in full display.
Goddammit.
I hadn’t even set the telescope yet.
The telescope. The one I’d hidden behind a bush like a dumbass because I didn’t want her to see it before I revealed it. The telescope I’d spent too much money on and taught myself to us
