YOURS
Sebastian’s POV
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Evelyn lay beside me, her breathing slow, her body soft and warm against mine.
Her skin still smelled like roses and sweat. Like heat and honey.
My fingers moved through her hair, slow and gentle. I didn’t want to wake her. But I didn’t want to stop touching her either.
I looked down at her.
She looked peaceful. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and there was a tiny smile on her face.
She was glowing. Like moonlight in human form.
And Gods…
What did I do to deserve this?
She gave herself to me tonight.
Completely.
Not just her body. Something more.
She trusted me.
I didn’t deserve that trust. Not yet.
But I would earn it. I swear on my own life, I would protect her.
I could still feel her heartbeat against my chest, even now. Slow. Calm.
I’d never held a woman like this before. Not after sex. Not ever.
Usually, I’d leave. Or they would.
It was always easy. Cold.
But not this.
Not with Evelyn.
With her, I didn’t want to leave.
I wanted to stay.
To hold her like this forever.
She shifted a little in her sleep, pressing her face against my chest.
My arms tightened around her. I kissed the top of her head.
She made a soft sound in her throat.
Half-asleep, half-dreaming.
“Seb…” she whispered. so quietly I almost missed it.
Ba—dum — my heart skipped a beat
My name.
Just my name on her lips was enough to make my heart ache.
I didn’t answer.
I just held her closer, feeling the way her body curled into mine like we were two pieces that had always belonged together.
The night air was cool.
I pulled the blanket higher over her shoulders. Her skin was so soft. So warm.
She sighed again. Then slowly, her eyes opened.
I saw the sleep still in them.
She looked up at me. Confused for a second. Then she remembered where she was.
Her cheeks turned pink.
“Hi,” she said, her voice rough from sleep.
“Hi,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You okay?”
She nodded.
Then she looked away.
Like she was shy all of a sudden.
It made me smile. I wasn’t used to this side of her.
She was usually strong. Calm. Smart with her words.
But now, she looked like a girl who didn’t know what to say.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked softly.
She blinked at me, then shook her head. “No. You didn’t.”
Then her voice dropped lower. “You were gentle.”
I don’t know why, but that did something to me.
Gentle.
Nobody had ever called me that before.
We stayed quiet again.
The kind of quiet that wasn’t heavy. Just calm.
Her fingers played with the edge of the blanket.
She didn’t look at me.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
She paused. “Nothing.”
But I knew that wasn’t true.
I could feel it.
She was thinking. Deeply. Probably overthinking.
“You can tell me,” I said. “I won’t judge you.”
She gave me a small smile. “I know. But… can we just not talk about anything serious tonight?”
I nodded. “Alright.”
She rested her head on my chest again. Her breath brushed over my skin.
“You’re warm,” she whispered.
I smiled again. “So are you.”
She giggled a little. Just a small sound. But it was the kind of sound that filled the whole room.
I never wanted her to stop making that sound.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said after a while.
“What? Sex?”
“No,” she laughed quietly. “I mean… this. Lying in someone’s arms. Talking after.”
Her voice softened. “It’s nice.”
My throat tightened.
Gods. She was killing me slowly with these little words.
“I’ve never done it either,” I admitted.
She looked up at me in surprise. “Really?”
I nodded. “Never stayed after. Never talked after. Just… never wanted to.”
Her eyes softened. “But you want to now?”
I looked straight at her. “Yes.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I’m glad.”
We didn’t need to say anything else.
The silence came again, but it was warm now. Like we were floating in it together.
I traced small circles on her back. She closed her eyes again.
“I feel safe,” she whispered.
And those three words… they hit me harder than anything ever had.
Safe.
I don’t think she even knew how much that meant.
I had power. Strength. Respect.
But no one had ever said they felt safe with me.
Not until now.
“Sleep,” I murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She didn’t answer.
But I felt the way her body softened against mine, her breath slowing.
I looked out the window.
The moon was full. Bright. Watching us.
I wondered if it was watching over her.
If maybe this was all part of something bigger.
Fate.
I didn’t believe in that before.
But now?
Now I was starting to.
Because nothing else could explain what I felt when I looked at her.
What I felt when I held her like this.
It wasn’t just lust.
It wasn’t just a deal.
It was something deeper.
Something that made my chest feel too tight and my throat feel too full.
I looked down at her one more time.
Her lashes brushed against her cheeks.
Her lips parted slightly.
Her hand rested on my chest, right over my heart.
Like she was trying to hold it.
Maybe she already had.
I leaned down, kissed her hair again.
“Sleep well, my Luna,” I whispered.
And in that quiet room, with nothing but the moonlight watching us,
I realized something simple.
I didn’t just want her to be mine.
I wanted to be hers too.
Her breathing grew slower, steadier.
Each exhale warmer than the last against my skin.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t dare.
Like shifting even an inch might break whatever fragile magic had settled between us.
My arm tightened around her waist just a little, enough to remind myself this was real.
That she was real.
Not just some fevered dream I’d wake from.
The silence wasn’t empty.
It pulsed.
With the rhythm of her breath, with the echo of unspoken things.
I listened.
To her.
To the soft rustle of leaves outside.
To the steady beat of my heart that no longer felt like mine alone.
And slowly, I felt her drift.
Her body completely slack now, fingers uncurling slightly against my chest.
Asleep.
Still, I didn’t close my eyes.
Not yet.
I just stayed there, staring at the ceiling,
my mind racing in quiet circles.
What was this?
This aching calm, this peace wrapped in fear?
This need to protect something I didn’t even fully understand yet?
I didn’t have answers.
Only the weight of her against me.
Only the quiet.
Eventually, even that wasn’t enough to keep me awake.
My breath matched hers.
My eyes grew heavier.
And with one last glance at the moon—
still full, still bright—
I finally let myself fall.
Into sleep.
Into her.
Into whatever came next.