Tonia's POV
Anxiety twisted through my chest as I peeled off my clothes, examining every inch of my body in the mirror. Nothing seemed out of place. No marks, no evidence of being touched. Yet the sensations lingered like phantom memories - strong arms wrapped around me, lips pressed against mine, that distinctive masculine scent that made my pulse race.
The dream had felt impossibly real.
Shortly after, I found myself in the security office with the IT team. Being their Luna had its advantages. The moment I mentioned a possible break-in, they pulled up the surveillance footage without question.
My heart sank as we reviewed every angle of my room from the previous night. The hallway cameras showed nothing unusual. No one had entered or left my quarters while I was away.
So it really had been just a dream. Was this how the medication worked? Making fantasies feel so vivid they seemed like actual memories?
