The carriage rolled smoothly over the cobblestone road.Thick curtains swayed with each turn, muting the city lights outside and sealing the interior in warm, private luxury.
Inside, space was… crowded.
Very crowded.
Aiden sat at the center bench, dressed in a tailored dark suit that fit him far too well—clean lines, subtle silver threading, a bow tie.
He looked every bit like someone who belonged in places that pretended not to exist.
On his left, Luna was practically glued to him.
Her arm was wrapped possessively around his, cheek pressed against his shoulder, fluffy black tail flicking lazily across his thigh as if she owned the seat, the carriage, and the man himself.
She wore a sleek, deep crimson dress—sleeveless, high-necked but with a daring keyhole cutout that framed the upper swell of her full breasts, the fabric clinging to her curves before flaring into a short, flowing skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.
