Moonlight Sonata

"Will you do me the honor of giving me this dance?" Lucian asked, his voice filled with sincerity and hope.

Confusion flickered across Visenya's face as she looked at his outstretched hand and then glanced around, searching for another person he might be referring to. But there was no one else. It suddenly dawned on her that he had been talking about her all along. A mix of emotions swirled within her, but one feeling stood out—joy.

Lucian's smile was enough to melt her heart, and she couldn't resist. In that moment, she decided to embrace the unexpected, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dance floor. With a delicate grace, Lucian guided Visenya across the ballroom, their hands held firmly together. The touch of his hand in hers sent a rush of warmth through her, creating an immediate connection that seemed to transcend words.

Their fingers interlocked, creating a bond that felt as though it could move mountains. Lucian's touch on the small of Visenya’s back guided her with an invisible thread, leading her effortlessly through the intricate steps of the dance.

"Did you mean what you said?" Visenya's voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. "Do you really feel that way about me?"

"I do," Lucian’s response was immediate, his voice brimming with conviction. "I have never spoken truer words in my entire life."

Visenya's heart fluttered to the tempo of his declaration, the rhythm of her emotions synchronizing with the melody of his love. With each gentle sway, doubts and insecurities melted away, leaving only the purest form of assurance and trust. She felt as though she was floating on a cloud, weightless and free, as Lucian held her close, his touch both tender and possessive.

As they moved together, the world around them seemed to blur into a dreamlike haze, leaving only the two of them in perfect harmony. Their eyes locked, capturing the unspoken language of their hearts. In that moment, it felt as though they were the only ones in the room, their souls entwined in a dance that surpassed the boundaries of time.

Lucian's arms wrapped around Visenya, encircling her in his warm embrace. His touch ignited a fire within her, awakening a passion that burned brighter than anything she’s ever experienced. She rested her head on his chest, allowing herself to settle in the protective refuge of his soothing grasp. The steady thump of his heart against her ear was a lullaby that lulled her into a blissful trance. With her eyes closed, she surrendered herself completely to the moment, not wanting it to ever end.

But, before she was about to claim Lucian's arms as her long-lost home, a bittersweet realization washed over her. She knew deep down that this moment of bliss was only temporary, a fleeting respite from the inevitable truth that they were not meant to be together. The weight of this realization settled heavily on her heart, and as she looked up at Lucian through misty eyes, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"What's wrong?" Lucian's eyes searched hers, desperately seeking the mystery behind her troubled expression.

Visenya's voice trembled as she struggled to find the words to express her inner turmoil. "I'm not so sure if this was a good idea," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Let's get some fresh air," he suggested with an endearing tone.

Without waiting for a response, he took her by the hand and gently guided her outside. As they stepped out onto the terrace, a gentle breeze brushed against their faces, carrying with it a sense of calm and clarity. The moonlight bathed the scene in a soft glow, casting long shadows on the ground. Lucian guided Visenya to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, and they stood there, side by side, enveloped in the tranquility of the night.

Visenya's gaze was distant, lost in her own thoughts and emotions. The weight of their uncertain future hung heavy in the air, and tears welled up in her eyes once again. Unable to bear her distress, Lucian reached out and gently brushed a stray tear from her cheek, offering comfort through his tender touch.

"Visenya, if it's about those other girls... they don't mean anything to me, they never did. You're the only one who has ever made me feel this way."

"It's not about them," she replied. "It's just... I don't really understand what this is exactly."

"What do you want it to be?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"It doesn't matter what I want," she sighed. "What I want doesn't align with what the Moon Goddess has written in the stars for me."

"But what if it did?" Lucian persisted.

"Oh... it's not that simple, Lucian, and you know it."

Visenya turned away, seemingly ready to retreat into her own world. But before she could make her escape, Lucian's swift and bold action surprised her. In a single fluid motion, he grabbed her hand, pulling her back into his strong arms, and tenderly pressed his lips against hers. She melted right into him, her lips readily responding to the rhythm of his. Her hands instinctively found their way to the back of his neck, her fingers delicately trailing up his nape and running through his hair.

This simple yet powerful gesture, a move she was known for, never failed to send a surge of electric jolts down Lucian's spine. It ignited every nerve ending in his body and set his senses ablaze. As their lips moved in perfect harmony, their tongues entwined in a passionate dance of their own, creating an enchanting connection that intensified the moment between them.

With a tremendous amount of effort, Visenya forcefully tore her lips away from his, her head spinning as she struggled to catch her breath. "Lucian, we shouldn't...”

"Why not?" He inquired, leaning in to find her lips again.

"Because..." She whispered, her voice trailing off. "What about our mates?"

"Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind one bit," he confidently declared, as he crashed his lips back into hers.