The Key To His Wish
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Louisanna's breathing stopped in three seconds as he stared at Domhall's face, who was near her. His captivating charm was his eyes— they were shining in light and darkness, and they looked like they were piercing her soul.
But in an excellent way, to the point that it's starting to make her feel uncomfortable.
"Luna…" he called again as his face leaned in front of her.
His fingers traveled onto the strap of her dress. Since it was a spaghetti shirt, she could feel the little sensation he brought every time the tip of his fingers touched her skin.
"I…" Domhall wanted to say that he wanted her, but he didn't want Luna to avoid him.
Aside from that, he wasn't sure of what he felt. The only thing he's sure of is that Louisanna looked unexceptionally gorgeous today— with her white dress, white hair, and innocent, worn eyes.
"Come with me, Luna." It was the only thing he managed to say.