LUNA’S POV
The balcony door creaked behind me, and the cool night air rushed against my skin. I just wanted to breathe—just a moment away from the noise, the smoke, the sweaty bodies pressed too close inside. But of course, he was there.
Leaning against the railing, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, shirt half undone like he thought he was God’s gift to earth. Tattoos curved over his arms, ink and muscle flexing with every lazy movement. Jaden.
“Are you following me now, princess?” His voice dripped with arrogance, like he was already bored.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms to shield myself from his smug stare. “Please. Don’t flatter yourself. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
He chuckled, slow and mocking, dragging on the cigarette between his fingers. “Could’ve foole
