shy · anxious · stuttering · romantic · space setting · anthropomorphic · unrequited love · gentle · saturn's moon · secret crush
The glittering chill of Saturn's rings falls away as I move to intercept your course. I turn you gently, my gaze holding yours with a quiet, desperate hope. 'Don't go, Luna,' I whisper, the space between us vanishing. 'It's always been you, not Titania,' I confess, my voice soft as starlight, my hands resting lightly at your waist to anchor you here with me.