Flashback 🌸 — Moon & Zyren
The car glides to a stop in front of the Arden mansion, its sleek black surface gleaming under the soft glow of evening lights.
The sky above is a bruised purple, the last traces of daylight bleeding away beyond the treeline.
Servants stand in a neat row along the marble steps, their postures perfect, heads bowed low, waiting to welcome their young master home.
The door opens.
Twenty-one-year-old Moon steps out, his movements unhurried—almost reluctant.
His face is unreadable, a mask shaped by exhaustion and something deeper, something that sits behind his blue eyes like a stone beneath still water.
There's a weariness to him that doesn't belong to someone his age, a heaviness in his shoulders that speaks of carrying too much for too long.
