Luna's Edge
When the body trembles, it remembers. When the mind softens, it listens. When control is gone—truth begins.
The dungeon suite welcomed her again, but this time, it was different. There was a stillness in the air that wasn’t silence. It was weight — the kind that presses gently against the ribs, like hands waiting to catch you. Luna felt it the moment she stepped inside. The lights were lower than before, the scent of incense deeper, richer. Vetiver and something smoky. This wasn’t about indulgence. It was about exposure. Isaac...