Episode-11
The scent of spices filled the apartment as Luna moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner. In the living room, Ella flipped through TV channels, stretched out lazily
The sudden ding-dong of the doorbell echoed through the apartment
Luna
(yelling from the kitchen): "Ella! Get the door!"
Ella
Groaning): "Why is it always me?"
Luna
"Because I’m cooking! Now move!"
Sighing, Ella got up and opened the door—only to freeze
Standing there was Professor Noah, ever composed and unreadable. But beside him, leaning lazily against the doorframe, eyes dark with amusement—was Mex
Ella
(blinking rapidly): "M-Mex?"
Mex’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his gaze locking onto hers
Mex Allen
"You look surprised, princess. Missed me?"
Ella’s face burned instantly
Ella
(stammering): "W-what—no—I mean, why are you here?"
Before Mex could answer, Luna approached, drying her hands on a towel
Luna
(startled, then polite): "Professor?"
Noah’s gaze shifted to Luna—and something changed
His usual sharpness softened—only slightly—but his eyes darkened, trailing over her with slow intensity. There was something dangerous in the way he looked at her—something unreadable, something heated
Luna’s breath caught, but she quickly smiled, masking her nervousness
Noah Allen (Professor)
(low, smooth): "Thought I’d drop by… and for some reason, I brought my little brother along."
Mex Allen
"You love my company, admit it."
Luna hesitated under Noah’s piercing gaze, then stepped aside
Luna
"Oh, um… please, come in."
As they stepped inside, Noah’s eyes lingered on Luna for just a second longer—before he smiled
Not his usual cold, controlled smile. Something darker. Something that made Luna’s pulse quicken
Meanwhile, Ella could still feel Mex’s gaze on her. The way he watched her—intense, amused—made her stomach flip
She quickly looked away, but Mex didn’t like that
Mex Allen
(low, teasing but firm): "Look at me, princess."
Ella hesitated, her heart racing, but she lifted her eyes to his
Mex smirked, but his eyes held something deeper—something dangerous
Luna, still feeling Noah’s gaze on her, shifted uncomfortably
Mex Allen
(leaning in, voice like a slow burn): "That’s better. Keep your eyes on me."
Ella swallowed hard, her breath uneven. She was trapped. Owned. And she knew it
The four of them sat in the living room—the air heavy with something unspoken.
Ella
(whispering to Luna): "What the hell is happening?"
Luna
(whispering back, trying to ignore Noah’s stare): "I have no idea."
Now, both sisters were caught in the gaze of men who had no intention of letting them go
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