— Moonlight Confessions
Utensils clinked—dinner was finished.
A satisfied smile crept onto Dian's face as he stood up. His eyes met Suzine's one last time, holding a silent exchange of emotions, before he turned and made his way toward his room, steps slow but deliberate.
...
Halfway down the corridor, a familiar voice chimed in his mind.
"Do you think she will come?" the system asked, her tone laced with amusement and curiosity.
"She will," Dian replied, voice steady, filled with quiet confidence.
The system didn't respond, but Dian could almost sense her pouting behind the unseen screen, like a sulking companion left out of a secret.
Before he realized it, he stood in front of his room. With a soft *click*, the door opened.
The room was dimly lit by candles, their flames flickering in sync with the breeze seeping through the window. Soft blue moonlight streamed through the crystal glass panes, casting a gentle, ethereal glow. Shadows danced along the floor, adding a mysterious charm.
He stepped inside. Silky sheets covered the bed, glistening faintly under the moonlight. Everything was peaceful, perfect.
Without hesitation, Dian changed into a light robe and lay down. One arm behind his head, the other resting on his chest, he stared at the ceiling.
How much more time will you take, my little maid? he thought with a smirk.
...
Time passed. Midnight approached.
*Knock, knock.*
Two soft knocks echoed through the room. Dian's eyes fluttered open, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
"Come in," he said, his tone gentle, almost teasing.
The door creaked open, followed by a delicate *click* as it shut. Dian finally turned his gaze toward it—and froze.
There, standing bathed in moonlight, was Suzine.
She wore a delicate blue nightgown that clung to her form like silk on water. The sheer fabric flowed gently over her generous curves, highlighting every detail—the swell of her full hips, the plush softness of her chest. The neckline dipped low, framed in lace, revealing tantalizing hints of creamy skin. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, strands catching the light, framing her flushed face.
She looked like a dream sculpted by moonlight and starlight.
Dian felt his breath hitch in his throat.
He stood silently and approached her, each step slow and calculated, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice a sweet caress.
His hands gently found her waist, firm yet gentle, reverent.
"Y-young l-lord, please~" she stammered, cheeks aflame, her heart thudding as his warm breath kissed her skin.
Without warning, Dian swept her off her feet.
"Ah—!" Suzine gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
He carried her to the bed in a princess-like embrace and gently laid her down.
Her eyes peeked open, meeting his, and her breath caught.
Dian leaned closer. The moonlight framed his features—chiseled jawline, soft pale skin, crystal brown eyes shimmering with affection.
He cupped her cheeks, their foreheads touching.
"I love you, Suzine."
Her eyes widened.
He... he really said it...
Her heart surged with warmth.
"I love you too... Lord," she whispered.
And then—lips met lips. Warm. Gentle. Exploring.
Her body shivered at the contact, but she didn't pull away. She leaned in.
Their kiss deepened. Moans and gasps danced through the room. Their hearts raced, bodies drawn to each other by something deeper than lust.
Clothes slipped. Hands wandered. Skin met skin.
The heat rose. The world faded. Only they remained—two souls melting into one.
The sheets rustled. Breathless whispers. Soft cries. And then—release.
They collapsed into each other's arms, exhausted, yet full.
...
Morning arrived swiftly. The sun's golden rays pierced the curtains, bathing the room in soft warmth.
Two figures lay entangled in the silken sheets, oblivious to the world.
Dian stirred. His hand instinctively rested on something warm and soft.
"Hmm~" came a sleepy moan.
He opened his eyes and smiled.
Suzine lay beside him, face nuzzled against his chest, a blissful smile adorning her lips.
She looks like an angel...
"Good morning," he whispered and kissed her forehead.
She stirred. "Mornin—!"
Her eyes widened. She glanced down. Crimson stained the sheets.
She froze.
It's real… it wasn't a dream...
A breath she didn't know she was holding escaped.
Dian saw the panic rising in her expression and pulled her close.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered with tender finality.
She melted into him. "Hmm," she mumbled, burying her face again. He smells more sweeter today…
"Sniffed enough?" Dian teased.
Her eyes peeked out. "Aah—!" She squeaked and hid again.
Dian chuckled, then gently lifted her chin.
"You're mine now. For now and forever. Okay?"
Suzine's heart soared. She opened her mouth, but no sound came. She only nodded.
"Hmm? I didn't hear you," Dian insisted, voice firmer but still soft.
"O-okay," she whispered, flushed.
"Good." He kissed her again, then stood.
The morning light illuminated his frame—sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, six-pack abs. He looked... divine.
Suzine blushed furiously. He looks like a god… even more handsome than before!
Dian showed no vanity, no arrogance. He simply turned.
"Go back to sleep. You're not working today."
She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already gone.
Sleep pulled her back under.
...
Inside the washroom, Dian stood before the mirror.
He blinked. Then again.
His jaw dropped.
"What the fuck is this?!"
His voice echoed.
In the mirror stared back someone impossibly beautiful.
And it was him.