"Luna—"
"What, are you here to confess too?!" I snapped. The moment I realized it was Eros, my mouth snapped shut. Shit. I didn't even see him coming. He smiled, amused by my slip.
"But I already did," he said calmly. I froze. His eyes glinted with something sharp. "Why? Did someone else confess to you?" I swallowed the lump in my throat.
The way he asked that—too relaxed, too cold—felt like a threat wrapped in velvet. I forced a fake smile. He mirrored it.
"Hehehe, no. I'm just… stressed," I lied.
"Stressed," he repeated, his tone teasing, almost mocking. He leaned closer. "Or do I have another rival?"
"What? No—"
"Don't worry, Luna," he murmured, lowering his voice as he leaned into my ear. "If someone else shows up… just tell me. I can kill both of them in a day." Before I could respond, he walked away—calm, like he didn't just casually promise murder. I knew he wasn't joking. From now on, I NEED to stop people from confessing to me.
"I can do this—"
