Emily stepped out into the open, her breath catching as a hush fell over the area. The moment she emerged, eyes turned to her—admiring, envious, captivated. The baby blue dress clung to her form in all the right ways, its delicate shimmer catching the glow of the full moon above. She ducked her head slightly, unused to so much attention, but she forced herself forward, each step careful and composed.
Ryan stood near the entrance, his body rigid with anticipation. Miko was at his side, along with countless other guards strategically placed out of Emily's line of sight. She would never know the extent of his obsession, but tonight, it surged in him like an untamed force.
The moment he saw her, his breath hitched. His hands clenched at his sides, his body reacting in ways he barely managed to control. The sight of her—the blue against her golden caramel skin, the way the moonlight cast its ethereal glow upon her—he had never seen anything so mesmerizing.
He had planned this night with precision, but nothing could have prepared him for this moment.
"Emily." His voice was smooth, controlled, betraying nothing of the war raging inside him. As she approached, he stepped forward, taking her hand gently in his. He lifted it to his lips, letting them brush over her knuckles. "You look breathtaking."
Emily's cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, glancing away. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
The moonlight bathed her in an almost celestial glow, intensifying the possessiveness curling in Ryan's chest. The full moon reflected off her dress, casting a mesmerizing blue hue over everything, and he felt it deep in his bones—the unwavering, unrelenting obsession he had for her.
A blue moon love.
A love that consumed.
A love that would never let go.