My Dear Lunar

32 - CONFIDENCE ☆

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The next day, they all returned to campus as if nothing had happened. Despite the carnage from two days before, they walked through the halls unfazed, their demeanor calm and indifferent. Students who saw them whispered in fear, avoiding eye contact, not daring to approach. The silence was heavy, a stark contrast to the usual chatter of campus life, and it was clear that nobody wanted to challenge them after the bloodbath.

Lunar and Jewel made their way to their morning class. The moment they entered the room, the lively atmosphere dropped to dead silence. Eyes darted away from them, and some students even shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Danny, the class clown and known for his boldness, was the only one with enough nerve to speak. "Good morning to the two warriors!" he greeted, his voice dripping with sarcasm, trying to make light of the situation.

Lunar stopped in his tracks, his eyes locking onto Danny with a cold, piercing gaze. His voice was calm but chilling as he responded, "Good morning to my next target." His tone sent a shiver through the room, and Danny's confidence wavered. "If you think you've had enough of your life, just let me know," Lunar continued, his voice low and dangerous, "I'll end it for you." Danny, shocked by the dark reply, sank back into his seat, his face paling. His bravado dissolved instantly as the weight of Lunar's words settled in. The tension in the room was suffocating.

Lunar, sensing his victory, smirked and added, "Or maybe you'd prefer my Papa to do it for you?" His voice had a playful yet sinister edge as he bit his lip in a seductive manner, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The mockery in his tone was unmistakable, and the threat hung in the air like a storm cloud.

Danny was left speechless, trembling slightly, while the rest of the class remained frozen in their seats, too terrified to react. Lunar and Jewel simply took their seats, as if the exchange had been nothing more than casual banter, while the rest of the class tried to process the terrifying reminder of who they were dealing with.

As Moon and Star stepped into the classroom, it was as if time slowed down for everyone inside. All eyes locked onto them, and the usual hum of conversations faded into a hush. Star, with his outfit that looked like it belonged on the catwalk of a high-end fashion show, was the embodiment of both charm and seduction. His super-short crop top shimmered under the classroom lights, catching every glimmer and reflecting it back, making him stand out even more. The matching short pants did little to hide his perfectly toned legs, and the entire ensemble screamed confidence. His every step was deliberate, like he was gliding down an invisible runway, his aura a perfect blend of beauty and daring. The students couldn't help but stare, some in admiration, others with barely disguised envy.

Moon, on the other hand, was the perfect contrast to Star's glittering presence. His white shirt beneath the black leather jacket was simple but paired with the sleek black leather pants, it gave him an edge that screamed rebellion. His steps were confident and firm, his every move deliberate and commanding. The bad-boy aura he projected seemed almost dangerous, yet undeniably alluring. It was a look that sent a ripple of electricity through the room, as whispers broke out among the students, wondering what could have possibly happened between the two over the past few days.

As they made their way through the rows of desks, Moon's hand reached out, sliding possessively around Star's waist, drawing him close. It was an unexpected move, one that caused Star's breath to hitch in surprise. But instead of pulling away, Star leaned into the touch, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He liked the way Moon held him, the quiet claim in that simple gesture. His heart raced, and the sudden warmth from Moon's touch sent a shiver down his spine. The brief moment of shock was quickly replaced by a sense of comfort and excitement.

The room remained silent, watching the two as they walked together in sync, an unspoken connection forming between them. There was no need for words, no need for explanations—just the undeniable chemistry between them that no one could ignore. It was as if the entire class could feel the tension, the palpable energy crackling between the two. Some students exchanged wide-eyed glances, while others couldn't tear their eyes away from the couple's magnetic presence.

When they finally reached their seats, Moon released his hold, but the weight of the moment lingered in the air. Star took his place beside Moon, his heart still racing from the unexpected touch. He tried to calm himself, but the feeling of Moon's hand around his waist kept replaying in his mind. The softness of the gesture was overshadowed by the possessiveness it carried, and he found himself smiling, even though he tried to hide it. Moon leaned back in his seat, his expression as calm as ever, but his eyes occasionally flickered toward Star, as if silently acknowledging the bond that was slowly forming between them.

For the rest of the class, neither of them spoke much, but the way they sat next to each other, their body language, and the subtle glances they exchanged said more than words ever could. It was clear to everyone in the room—something had shifted between Moon and Star, something deeper, more intense than before. And while the rest of the class pretended to focus on the lesson, it was impossible to ignore the silent, electric connection between them, growing stronger with every passing second.

Their striking appearances and the bold display of closeness between them were enough to captivate the room, but for most students, it wasn't just the fashion or the sudden shift in their relationship that held their attention—it was the chilling reminder of what had happened just two days ago.

The chaotic battle, the bloodshed, and the shocking revelations that had torn through the university now loomed large in everyone's minds. The sight of Moon and Star, so unbothered by the turmoil they'd caused, only heightened the tension. The students remembered vividly the violence and fear that had gripped the campus, and seeing these two now, unfazed and commanding as ever, left an unsettling feeling in the air.

Whispers rippled through the room, but they were cautious, hushed murmurs—nothing more than a few glances exchanged between terrified classmates. No one dared to speak up or challenge the pair. The fear that had been instilled in the students during that violent confrontation was still fresh, and now, looking at Moon and Star, the power dynamic had shifted completely. They weren't just fellow students anymore; they were untouchable, feared.

Star noticed the way the class had fallen into uneasy silence, the nervous glances cast in their direction, and it made him smirk with satisfaction. The once bold and lively atmosphere had turned tense, all because of the mere presence of him and Moon. The fact that no one dared to speak, as if in fear of provoking them, filled Star with a sense of victory he hadn't anticipated. His fingers drummed lightly on the desk, his shimmering outfit catching the light as he sat back, enjoying the effect they had on everyone.

Moon's lips curled into a knowing smile as well. He could feel the shift in the room—the fear, the uncertainty, and the unspoken acknowledgment that they were now in control of the narrative. It was exactly what he had wanted. The students' wide-eyed glances and their refusal to say anything only confirmed it. They had walked into the class with confidence, and now that confidence had taken root in the room, silencing even the boldest of voices. The power dynamic had flipped entirely, and both Moon and Star reveled in it.

Star leaned slightly closer to Moon, his voice low but dripping with satisfaction. "Looks like they're scared," he said, glancing at a few of the students who quickly turned their heads away when they noticed him looking. "Good," Moon replied, his voice equally soft but filled with quiet dominance. "Let them be. They should know who's in charge."

Together, they sat, calm and collected, while the rest of the class remained on edge, too terrified to even breathe too loudly. The memory of the battle lingered like a heavy cloud over the room, and it was clear that in that moment, Moon and Star were the ones holding all the power.

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