Flames Beneath the Moonlight
Selena turned suddenly.
"Master! When are we going back?"
Leon blinked.
They remembered him again.
"Soon."
Rias glanced at him quietly.
Master.
That word made her pulse skip. On her lips it stayed, tasting of sugar laced with fire. Not just a man - steady where others cracked under steel's weight. Calm in chaos. One who shaped minds without raising his voice. Stillness itself wore his face.
Yet soon the pair slipped once more into their private bubble - murmuring, giggling - his presence already faded from mind.
The moment their eyes locked, a strange familiarity bubbled up. Though they'd never been introduced, speaking felt natural - like picking up a conversation left behind long ago. Laughter came easily.
A faint spasm crossed Leon's lips. As if he'd long gone unnoticed.
