Heir to the Moon GxG

Ethan Blackwood had always been a man of routine. He found comfort in the predictability of his life, where nothing ever seemed out of place. Wake up. Coffee. Work. Repeat. His job at the small law firm, though not thrilling, was steady. It paid the bills and allowed him to lead a life that felt grounded, even if a bit lonely at times. The apartment he called home was modest-nothing grand, just a space that felt like it was his, with bookshelves full of crime novels and a view of the city skyline that he rarely looked at.

Ethan had never been one for surprises. He liked the known, the familiar, the quiet existence that made the chaos of the world feel distant. He had learned early on not to expect much from life, and he had made peace with that.

But today was different. Today, for reasons he couldn't quite explain, something was off.

It had started as just another rainy Tuesday. The kind of dreary, overcast day that seemed to stretch on forever. Ethan had finished his late-morning meeting with a client-a brief but tedious exchange of legal jargon-and decided to grab a coffee from the small café across the street. The warmth and the routine of the place usually provided a comforting distraction from the endless demands of his job.

As he stood in line, waiting for his usual-black coffee, no sugar, no cream-Ethan couldn't shake the unease that had settled in his chest. His fingers drummed lightly against the counter as he scanned the shop. It was busy, filled with the usual mix of office workers, college students, and the occasional local who had escaped their own obligations to find solace in the quiet hum of the café.

That's when she walked in.

The door swung open with a soft chime, letting in a burst of cold air that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Ethan barely registered the door closing before he noticed her-a woman whose presence seemed to shift the atmosphere around her, making the air feel heavier, thicker, as if the room had just grown smaller to accommodate her.

She was tall, with dark, wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, as if she was entirely aware of how every eye in the room followed her. When their gazes met across the small space, time seemed to slow down. For a fraction of a second, the noise of the café faded into the background. All he could hear was the thudding of his heart in his chest.

Her eyes were the most striking feature-a rich golden hue, like the last moments of sunlight before dusk. But there was something else in them. Something ancient. A depth that unnerved him, made him feel small in a way he couldn't quite explain. She didn't just look at him-she saw him. It was as if she were looking into the very core of who he was, unearthing things about him that he hadn't even realized.

Ethan quickly turned away, taking a deep breath to steady himself. What was that? He asked himself, but the answer eluded him. It wasn't just her beauty-though she was undeniably beautiful-it was something more. An energy, a presence, that seemed to pull him toward her. Something that left him feeling unsettled, even though she hadn't said a word.