I couldn’t shake the image of Orion’s face—his pain. It had felt so vivid, so terrifyingly real. My visions were never just dreams. They were warnings. They were pieces of a puzzle that I had to put together before it was too late.
Why Orion? Why do I keep having these visions of him?I thought.
Going back to sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, the vision came rushing back—Orion collapsing to the ground,the witch’s cold, cruel smile. My heart raced as I stared at the ceiling, trying to push the images away, but they lingered, haunting me.
I tossed and turned for hours, the sheets tangling around my legs, as I fought the fear that gnawed at my insides.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will myself to sleep, but all I could see was the witch’s hand glowing with dark magic, her energy striking Orion down. A shudder ran through me, and I knew sleep wouldn’t come tonight. Not with those images burned into my mind.
When the first light of dawn finally broke through the darkness, I gave up on sleeping. Exhausted but restless, I threw off the covers and got up, pacing the length of my small bedroom, as if moving could help me make sense of everything.
After a quick shower, I dressed and headed to work, hoping that the familiar routine would help clear my mind. The office was quiet when I arrived, the usual morning buzz not yet in full swing. I slipped into my desk, trying to focus on the work in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to the vision.
Where’s Orion?I thought.
The question nagged at me as I checked the time on my phone for the third time that morning. He was usually in the office by now, his presence unmistakable. It wasn’t just his size, or the way he carried himself with that air of authority, it was something else, something that drew the attention of everyone in the room without him even trying.
But today, there was no sign of him.
A strange sense of unease settled in my chest. I couldn’t help but wonder if my vision had something to do with his absence. The thought made my stomach twist with anxiety.
“Where are you, Orion?” I whispered under my breath, glancing toward his empty office. The door was closed, the lights off. It felt wrong, like something was missing, like a vital part of the day hadn’t started because he wasn’t here.
“Oh Luna … maybe he’s in a meeting elsewhere. You think too much” I whispered.
The soft murmur of voices from across the office barely registered in my mind until I heard it—the unmistakable low timbre of Orion’s voice. My head snapped up, my breath hitched sharply, tangling in my throat, as tension coiled within me. There he was, striding through the door like nothing was amiss, his broad frame cutting a path through the office as people instinctively made way for him.
You finally decided to show up,I thought.
He moved with his usual confident grace, but there was a tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. He looked tired, almost as if he hadn’t slept either.
Orion’s eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on me, something flickered in his gaze. Something intense and unreadable. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked down,pretending to focus on the documents scattered across my desk. But I could feel him coming closer, the air shifting with his presence.
“Luna.” His voice was deep, commanding, but there was a softness beneath it, an edge of something unspoken. “Come with me.”
I looked up, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, the rest of the office faded away. His dark eyes held mine, and I could feel the tension between us thickening, like a live wire waiting to snap.
“Okay,” I managed to say, my voice coming out a little too breathless for my liking.
Without another word, he turned and walked toward his office, not waiting to see if I was following. I quickly gathered my things and hurried after him, my heart pounding in my chest.
Orion held the door open for me, and I slipped inside, the quiet click of the door closing behind me making the room feel smaller, more intimate.
He leaned against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, as he studied me, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Everything okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. My nerves were frayed, and I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, making it hard to focus.
Orion’s lips curled into a small, enigmatic smile. “Everything’s fine,” he said, though his eyes told a different story.
He walked toward me, and the space between us seemed to shrink with each step he took.
“Actually,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “I think it’s time we talk about what’s really going on. because I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this urge to taste your lips again. I know you miss mine too. Just like I yearn for yours.”
Orion stepped closer, his hand gently touching my cheek, and I could feel the warmth of his skin, his pulse steady beneath his fingertips.
"Luna," he murmured, his voice soft, yet filled with something more.
My breath hitched, my heart suddenly beating out of rhythm as I looked up at him. "Orion … what are you doing?"