Fated to the moon

s 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 apartmen

he quiet existence that made the chaos of the world feel distant. He had le

y, for reasons he couldn't qu

is late-morning meeting with a client-a brief but tedious exchange of legal jargon-and decided to grab a coffee from the small café ac

chest. His fingers drummed lightly against the counter as he scanned the shop. It was busy, filled with the usual mix of office wo

hen she

and up. Ethan barely registered the door closing before he noticed her-a woman whose presence seemed to shift the at

he 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.

n 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 hi

luded him. It wasn't just her beauty-though she was undeniably beautiful-it was something more. An energy, a presenc

le, but his eyes flickered nervously as he prepared her order. Ethan couldn't help but notice the way the entire atmos

lanced over, catching her standing near the window, her gaze distant, as though she were los

she turned

He had no reason to approach her-she was a stranger, and he was a man who knew bett

ached the door. She paused just before stepping out into the rain,

ng in her gaze-something raw, something vulnerable. Fear, perhaps, or recognition? But b

the hell was that? His mind raced, but no answers came. He didn't know her. She didn't kn

felt suddenly colder, emptier. He grabbed his coffee from the counter, but it had gone lukewarm in his

way he couldn't control. He'd always been a man who preferred the quiet,