Luna watches Adam, waiting for a response. He doesn’t move, doesn’t look back. Just when she’s about to leave, his voice, low and tired, breaks the silence
Adam Brody
"Sit on the bed, Luna. The floor’s cold."
His voice isn’t just tired—it’s laced with concern. He doesn’t like seeing her there, on the cold floor. His chest tightens at the thought
Luna blinks, surprised by the rare softness in his tone. Slowly, she sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed
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