A Luna's awakening: Twisted Fate, Tangled Heart

Stella pov

I dragged myself to work, still gasping from the wet dream I had during my short nap earlier. Even now, I still remember the electrifying feel of his touch... and the roughness of his voice as he pinned me to the wall saying, "You are mine."

His lips felt warm against mine, and when he held me closer, my ass pressed against his torso area, the hardness of his dick made it even harder for me to think, his hands teasing my nipples beneath my shirt while I soaked my panties in a pool of my own juice.

By now I was already begging him to do something, enough with the kisses, the feel of his dick on my backside, the trace of his lips on my skin, his hands playing with my boobs, I wanted him inside me. Just when he bent me over and tore away my panties, my alarm clock rang loudly, waking me up from my fantasy. Now I was grumbling as I boarded the bus.

I had been working at Club Imperium for a few weeks now, and I'd grown used to the strange mix of rich businessmen, flirtatious women, and the dull hum of neon lights. It was a busy Friday night, always busy on Friday night and today, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, cocktails, and the pulse of house music. I didn't mind it much. The noise, the chaos, the endless flow of faces that never stayed long enough to leave an impression. To be honest, I preferred it that way because they kept me distracted from the man in my dreams.

But tonight? Tonight felt different even right from the start. Because my dreams have never been interrupted. I was always fucked good by the time I woke up, but today, we didn't even get the chance to do it.

And then he walked in.

I hadn't even seen him at first. I just felt a pull, like a current tugging at my soul. The kind of pull I'd only ever felt in my dreams. It was subtle at first, like a soft whisper against my skin, but then... it grew.

I turned slowly, almost as if I knew something was coming, and there he was.

The man of my dreams.

His presence hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless. The entire room seemed to blur around him. His tall, powerful frame commanded attention as he stepped into the club, his dark eyes scanning the crowd like he was looking for something... like he was looking for me. A wave of heat rushed through me, and for a moment, the world around me faded and it was just him.

The pull intensified, gnawing at my insides, urging me to move toward him, to somehow close the space between us. I didn't understand what was happening, I didn't understand why I should feel something so strong for a stranger or any of it, but