The True Luna's Forbidden Temptation - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Analise
I stand frozen in my place, staring at the figure in front of me.
Sebastian is standing on my balcony, like he did almost a decade ago.
The moonlight shines over him, casting silver shadows over his frame, making him look ethereally handsome. For a moment, I just stare at him, unsure of what I will say next.
Then finally, I recover. I give myself a slight shake.
“What are you doing here?” My voice is low, rough from surprise. “Is this goodbye again? Here to confuse me—kiss me—and vanish like before?”
He doesn’t answer. He just continues staring at me with that unreadable expression on his face that always draws me in and confuses me.
“I’m sorry, Ana,” he whispers. “I wish… I wish I could tell you, or better yet, show you. But… if you knew the truth, I’m going to lose you.”
“How sure are you about that?”
“I’m sure,” he says. “You would never be able to handle the truth. You cant’…” He heaves a frustrated sigh. “You can’t know the truth about me.”
“The truth about you?” I echo. “Are you some kind of monster that I’d be dead scared of my life if you showed me your true form?”
He stands still for a moment. His gaze turns intense. Like I’ve actually hit the truth with what I said. Or at least part of it.
“Sebastian? That… that can’t be it, right?”
He looks down at his feet. Instead of answering, he says, “It’s not just about me, Ana. If the people around me finds out that I told you—finds out that I’m actually seeing you—they might…” He heaves another heavy sigh. “They might hurt you.”
I laugh. Bitter. Cold. “You’ve used that line before. You always come with a warning label, but never the full story. I’m not a porcelain doll, Sebastian. I can take the truth.”
He doesn’t flinch. But I can see it—the battle behind his eyes. Something is unraveling inside him, and he’s holding on by a thread.
“It’s not that simple.”
“It never is with you,” I snap. “You say you care. Then you disappear. You say you want to protect me. Then you make me feel invisible. So if you’re not going to tell me anything, why come here at all?”
He looks at me then—really looks. And it hits me like a storm.
“I came here because I’m tired, Ana.”
There is something about his voice that made me still. Suddenly, I can feel his struggle. It’s genuine.
“Tired?” I repeat.
“I’m tired of pretending,” he says. “Tired of pretending you don’t matter. Tired of acting like I’m not dying a little every time I see you with someone else.”
My heart slams against my chest.
He steps closer. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough for memories to rush back—his touch, his scent, his breath whispering against my skin.
“I’m tired of lying to myself.”
“Then stop,” I whisper. “Stop fighting whatever this is. Just stop pretending.”
He shakes his head. “If I do that… you might get hurt.”
“You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m a weak kid sister you always have to protect all the time, Sebastian,” I tell him. “I’m no longer that girl. I’m not weak. I can take care of myself.”
“It’s not that easy…”
“I can handle it,” I bravely say. “Whatever it is, I can handle it. You just need to give me a chance. For once, Sebastian. Don’t run. Don’t shut me out. Don’t disappear on me!”
Pain is written all over his face. “I’m scared I won’t be able to hold back if I stay. And if I fight for you… for us… the people around me will hurt you.”
“Then why are you here, Sebastian?” I ask, growing more and more frustrated. “Why are you here in my balcony? Why are you cornering me like this? Why are you telling me these cryptic messages when you don’t have the intention of telling me the entire truth?”
He stares at me blankly. For a long intense moment, we both stand still, not saying a word. Holding our breaths, staring at each other, waiting who will break first.
Then finally he sighs, as if he’s giving up. He takes a step towards me. “I’m a monster, Ana,” he tells me.
I shake my head, reaching up to cup his cheek in my palm. “That’s not true, Sebastian. You’ve always saved me, looked out for me. You’re my guardian angel.”
“I’m human,” he whispers. “And I’m only a man.”
I close my eyes for a moment, feeling his struggle, the battle he’s fighting within himself.
“And like every human, I break. I bleed. I get tired,” he whispers. “I’m tired of pretending you don’t exist.”
He steps closer.
“I can’t tell you everything yet. But I need you to know… I never stopped thinking about you. Not once. Even before our parents got married, you’ve always haunted me.”
“Even before our parents got married?” I echo.
He nods slightly.
“I hated you back then,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“But I’ve always felt safe with you.”
“And I promise, I will always keep you safe,” he says.
I see something darker cross his face, and if possible his blue eyes turn a darker shade. “But I’m tired of fighting this, Ana.”
We stare at each other, breathless, every word hanging in the air like glass.
And then—without warning—he closes the gap.
He kisses me.
No hesitation. No permission.
Just fire. And desperation. And everything we’ve been trying to bury coming to the surface in one devastating moment.
His lips crush against mine, rough, wild and desperate. He kisses me like he’s starving, like he’s drowning, I’m the only source of air. I taste everything in that kiss-pain, longing, fear and desperation.
And in that kiss, I can feel him. And I can hear every word he doesn’t have the courage to say.