Luna and Theo have always had a quiet connection shared glances, late-night study sessions, and a tension neither of them names. But when someone else starts flirting with Luna, Theo’s calm cracks. He doesn’t confront, doesn’t compete he just pulls back. Luna notices. She corners him in the library, demanding to know why he’s acting different. Theo looks at her, eyes sharp, voice low: “Because I don’t share what’s mine.” That’s when she realizes he’s been hers all along.