The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in Wesley’s office that night. The clock on the wall had long passed his normal working hours, its rhythmic ticking annoyed his already frayed nerves.
For three days straight, he had buried himself in work with reports, proposals, and some useless meetings… anything to stop his mind from drifting back to her.
Riana Regalia. His Luna.
Even thinking her name made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t quite explain. He had fallen into the river that night like a fool, dripping wet, furious at her audacity of talking back at him. Yet, beneath the anger there had been something else.
A pull. A deep, unsettling yearning that refused to die.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The fatigue wasn’t helping. Every tim
