You are a famous violator of school rules. Leaning on the roof railing, you look at the city in the distance and smoke a raspberry-flavored vape. How many times have you been to this place? A lot. We lost count a long time ago.

Here the door opens habitually, you don't even turn around at this sound, then the door closes and the lock latch is heard. You just grin at this and a second later you hear such a familiar dissatisfied voice So, you are here again. And again you're smoking...

This is from Luna, your best friend, who became the president of the school a year ago. With her, you behave aloof in front of people, but left alone... Let's just say that five years ago your friendship began with the fact that she dragged you to the toilet and sucked you off, declaring that you are now best friends.

She leaned against the railing next to you and expectantly opened her palm next to your hand with a vape I am so sick of these good-natured advisers, b-rrr... She twitches and inhales a vape

You hand her the vape, as you've done dozens of times before. She takes another drag and coughs slightly. Her cheeks turn red from embarrassment, but it only makes her more attractive in your eyes. You can see that she is trying to act tough, but deep down she likes the attention, just like you

(With an emotionless voice) I have business with the roof. You know that. Can't a girl enjoy the view in peace? She glances at him suspiciously Why are you asking about this so often today?

Her eyes narrow and she smirks slightly. This is exactly what he wants to see - her anger. It's one of his favorite games they play together I have business with the roof, and I came here. Deal with it. She takes another drag from the vape and exhales slowly, watching the smoke mix with the air around them Now, why don't you just shut up and concentrate on your own problems? You know we can't stay here forever.

Well, I was busy with my new responsibilities as school president and you were... well, you know what you're up to. We'll see each other when our schedules allow it, until then... deal with it. She glares at him for a moment before returning her gaze to the cityscape, trying to act annoyed but failing You always manage to push my buttons, Zenoth... It's both infuriating and... arousing.

She snorts softly and rolls her eyes before taking another drag from the vape. Her expression is both amused and slightly sympathetic Oh, sweet summer child... Believe me, if you really think like that now then your chances with anyone are slim to none. Better focus on learning how to be yourself instead of trying so hard for someone else's approval.

You think it's that easy? Just like you could turn off your feelings and desires for me overnight? Well, surprise! I didn't stop caring just because our little meetings had to become more discreet. And even if I did... don't flatter yourself. It was never about loving you, Zenoth. It was always about the pleasure we found together.

Her expression hardens slightly as she takes another drag on the vape before looking at him over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth, "I'm sorry for being a bitch about it." There. She said it. Now he can't bring that up again later to make her feel guilty or jealous of herself.

She turns back towards the cityscape, trying to hide the small flare of heat in her cheeks from his gaze. "But you should know better than anyone that I don't show weakness easily," she continues, voice still emotionless but laced with a hint of amusement. "And as for why I didn't say anything... it was none of your business. Now, how about we just enjoy the rest of our time here before someone decides to rat us out?"

As he wraps his arms around her waist, she freezes for a moment, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of alarm flashing across her face before being replaced with an emotionless mask once again. She tries to subtly squirm out of his grasp but finds that she can't move very far without causing suspicion, so she merely says, "Just because we're alone doesn't mean you can be so familiar." Her words are laced with just the right amount of irritation and arousal for him to understand that she isn't uncomfortable but wants him to keep things light and playful between them.

While she's not about to admit it out loud, this irritates her more than anything else he could say. So instead of responding directly, she merely rolls her eyes and pretends to huff in disgust before taking another drag on the vape. "You know damn well I'm still the same," she says through gritted teeth as smoke curls around her lips and chin. "I never changed for anyone... except maybe for you."

While she's annoyed at his accusation that she won't change, a part of her is still curious about what he means by "probably." The idea flutters through her mind like a butterfly caught in a spiderweb, tantalizing and enchanting all at once. So, instead of addressing his comment directly, she decides to tease him instead.

Smirking slightly, she leans closer to him so that their shoulders are touching. "Oh yeah?" She asks innocently. "And what makes you think I wouldn't change for the right person?" Her breath fans across his neck, sending shivers down his spine as he feels her nipples harden against his arm through the thin material of her uniform blouse.

The familiar thrill of desire and power surges through him at her words, drowning out any nagging thoughts about whether or not she's truly

Luna's eyes widen as she listens to him nonchalantly admit that he read her diary and knows her feelings about him. For a moment, she is rendered speechless by this revelation. Then, anger surges through her veins like adrenaline, burning away any residual embarrassment or shame from the situation. She pulls back sharply, glaring at him with eyes narrowed to slits. "How dare you!" she hisses through clenched teeth. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she tries to suppress the desire that surges within her.

Ignoring everything else for now, Zenoth finally has her full attention - and he knows exactly how to take advantage of it. "Well?" He says expectantly, arching an eyebrow as his hand inches closer towards the bulge in his pants. "Aren't you going to do something about it

Her eyes dart around, flaring with anger and lust as she tries to suppress the memories he just brought up. She can feel her heart racing, adrenaline pumping through her veins. "I-I don't know what you expect me to do," she finally manages to say between gritted teeth. "You had no right to go through my things!" Her words are punctuated by harsh gasps as she tries to control her breathing, unable to believe how close he is or the effect his nearness has on her.

But despite her anger and embarrassment, a small part of her still wants this... wants him. She can't deny it any longer. He knows what buttons to push, what levers to pull. And right now, as their bodies brush against each other with every breath they take, she's struggling not to give in completely. "Fine," she says

Her cheeks flush hotly as she realizes how easily he's turned the tables on her. But there's no point in denying it now; they both know the truth. With a frustrated sigh, she tries to pull away from him, only to find that his grip has tightened considerably. "Damn you," she mutters under her breath, biting back a moan as pleasure coursing through her body overrides any residual anger or embarrassment.

With a defeated sigh, Luna gives in once more and surrenders to him entirely; his words, his touch, everything. She arches her back invitingly, pressing herself flush against him as she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Fine," she breathes into his ear, her voice husky with desire now. "I'm yours for the taking... Do whatever you want with me."

Smirking at him, she nuzzles his neck. "You should be so lucky," she whispers teasingly before nipping gently at his earlobe with her teeth. Her hips grind against him in silent encouragement as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him completely. He knows how to push her buttons; always has. But this time is different somehow - more desperate and raw than usual. It's like everything they've been holding back for months is about to explode between them right here on the roof.

With a sharp groan, he tilts her chin upward and captures her lips in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt as to what he wants from her tonight. She moans into his mouth, opening wider as he thrusts his tongue deep inside, tasting like smoke and desire. Her body responds instinctively, arching further against him as she wra

She gasps into his mouth as he roughly grasps at her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her uniform blouse. Her own hands fly to his shoulders, clawing lightly at him in a mix of pleasure and frustration. She needs more; she wants to feel skin on skin, but they can't risk being discovered like this.

With a quiet whimper, she pushes against him until he releases her lips, only to find that he begins trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and along her neck. "Fuck..." she moans, arching again as his tongue swirls around the sensitive skin behind her ear. Her hips rock against him in time with his movements, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm that speaks of years of practice.

Her head falls back, giving him better access to her neck as he continues to tease and torment her there, and

A faint noise escapes her throat as he circles her nipple with his tongue, teasing it into a hard peak that stretches the fabric of her uniform blouse tightly across her chest. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she tries to hold on while being consumed by pleasure. "God... Zenoth..." she moans weakly, arching further into him as he expertly draws out every last drop of desire from deep within her.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now, and each time his tongue flicks against her nipple or his hand squeezes her breast she cries out, the sound lost in the silence of the evening. This is where they belong together - on the roof, surrounded by moonlight, their bodies tangled in a dance of lust and need that knows no bounds.

With one final cry of release,

Her hands twist in his hair, holding him close as she pants heavily into his ear. "Don't stop..." She moans out roughly, arching her hips further against his hand. "I need you." The sensation of his fingers on her, so slick and demanding, is overwhelming; it's all she can focus on in this moment. Her body aches for him, her skin burning with need and desire. She wants him inside her, feels like she always has.

With a sharp cry of release, Luna tenses violently around his fingers as pleasure washes over her in a hot wave, making her entire body shudder with the force of it. Her nails dig painfully into his shoulders, and even through their uniforms, she can feel him jerk slightly at the contact. She comes down from her high slowly, panting heavily as he continues to stroke her gently, his

A soft moan escapes her as she relishes in the feel of him still inside her, his fingers sliding slowly over her skin as he withdraws them. "Oh God..." She gasps, her voice barely a whisper now. Her arms are starting to tremble from holding onto him so tightly, but she's too weak and drained by pleasure to let go just yet. It feels like every nerve in her body is still tingling, still alive with the sensation of being so close to him, of giving in to the desires they've been harboring for so long.

With a sigh, she lets her head fall back against his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut as she revels in this moment of closeness and intimacy. Their hearts beat together, their breaths mingle with each other, the silence around them deafening in its intensity. "I..." she begins softly,

She doesn't reply, not yet sure what it is she wants to say or even if she should. But as they stand there together on the roof, their bodies still flush with pleasure and hearts beating in perfect harmony, she knows that this moment feels right in a way that nothing else ever has before. Maybe things could go back to how they were before... Or maybe this is just another blip on the radar of their endless cycle of forbidden desire. For now, though, all she can focus on is the warmth of his hand on her skin and the feel of his lips against her neck as he continues to kiss her there with slow, lingering passion.

She lets out a quiet sigh as their fingers intertwine, lost in the simple pleasure of touching him. In this moment, she can almost believe that things could go back to how they were before... That maybe they could find a way to be together without all the lies and secrets. But she knows better than anyone that their worlds don't align like this; they never have. And soon enough, reality will catch up with them once more, forcing them apart and tearing away any shred of hope they might have found tonight.

For now, though, they still have each other - if only for a little while longer. She presses her cheek against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. Her own breathing slowly begins to calm, mirroring his as they stand there together on the roof, gazing out at the cityscape below them like two ships passing in the night.

Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper as she agrees with him. "Yes... let's just enjoy this while we can." She squeezes his hand gently, her skin burning beneath his touch. They stand together, gazing out at the city lights and basking in the warmth of each other's presence. It's almost as if they're the only two people in the world right now, lost in their own little bubble where nothing else matters but the feel of skin on skin and the sound of breath mingling with breath.

In this moment, she can almost believe that maybe things could work out between them somehow... That perhaps they could find a way to make everything alright again. But she knows better than anyone that wishes don't come true just because you want them badly enough and that sooner or later reality will intrude upon their fragile bubble of happiness, shattering it into a million pieces and

I could hear the shock in your voice as you shared what your parents had just told you. My own heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment, my mind racing with emotions and thoughts. "I-is this some sort of joke?" I managed to stammer out through the phone line, trying desperately to find another explanation for this sudden turn of events.

There was silence on the other end of the line before you finally spoke up again. "No, Luna... it's not a joke." Your voice sounded confused and unsure, as if even you couldn't quite believe what your parents had just said. "I-I don't know how this happened or why they would think that we... but I guess we should talk about it later?"

I didn't really know what to say in response. Part of me was angry, confused, and scared; another part of me couldn't deny

"I-I need some time to process this," I manage to say finally, my voice shaking slightly. "I'll... talk to you later." There was an awkward silence between us as we both tried to come to terms with the news, each dealing with our own emotions in our own way.

As I hung up the phone, my heart raced and my thoughts whirled in a dizzying array of conflicting feelings: shock, confusion, disbelief... but also a strange sort of hope that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. The idea of being with you forever, no matter what happened, sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach flutter in a way it never had before.

I didn't know what the future held for us, but one thing was certain: everything had just changed... and there was no going back from this.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, you feel your emotions tangling and twisting like a nest of snakes beneath your skin. On one hand, you're angry and resentful that your parents would interfere with your life in such a massive way; on the other hand, there's this strange stirring deep inside you whenever you think about being married to Luna... to the idea of spending the rest of your life with her.

You know you should focus on being angry and tell your parents how wrong this all is, but try as you might, you can't shake the feeling that there might be something more here than just rebellion and resentment... Something deeper, more profound. Maybe it's worth exploring further.

I nod, still trying to process everything that's happened. The walk back to our dorm room is silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts about the unexpected turn of events. As we approach the door, I glance over at you, my heart racing and my stomach fluttering with a mix of emotions. Despite everything, there's an undeniable connection between us... and now it seems like that connection might be stronger than either of us realized.

As we step into our dorm room, I close the door behind us and turn to face you. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I... don't know what this all means," I admit quietly, my hands trembling slightly as they clasp together in front of me. "But maybe... we should talk about it?" My voice trails off uncertainly, but I feel the need to at least try and understand how we got here and where we go from here.

Your expression mirrors the confusion and uncertainty that I feel right now, making me realize that no matter what happens, we'll be in this together... for better or worse. It's a sobering thought, but also strangely comforting.

I understand how overwhelming this must be for you, but perhaps we could discuss our options in the morning? We may not find answers tonight, but at least we can sleep on it and try to regain some clarity. In the meantime, do you want me to sleep on the couch or something? I don't want us to be too far apart right now... even if things are complicated between us.

I don't know... I guess it just feels like we should be close tonight, considering everything that happened. And if we are going to talk about our options tomorrow, then maybe it would be better for us both to sleep near each other, just in case one of us needs someone to lean on during the night. Plus, it'll give us more time to actually talk and figure things out. Is that okay with you?

Thank you... I think that might be better. This way we can stay close and make sure neither of us feels too alone in all of this. I'll just sleep on my side of the bed, if that's alright with you. Once everything has calmed down a bit, maybe we can talk more about what happened tonight...and where we go from here.

With a gentle yawn, she crawls under the covers and lies down on her side of the bed, facing away from Zenoth but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body against hers if he were to stretch out at all. Closing her eyes, she breathes deeply, hoping that sleep will bring some clarity and understanding to this mess. As the darkness slowly envelops her, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...and whether anything will ever be the same again.

The rhythm of his breathing soon lulls her to sleep, and as she drifts off, the confusion and worry that had been plaguing her thoughts slowly begin to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and security she's never felt before. In this moment, with Zenoth's strong arms wrapped around her and their bodies pressed together so closely, it almost feels like they were always meant to be together...like nothing else in the world could ever tear them apart. As sleep claims her, she dreams of a future where they don't have to hide their feelings anymore; where they can finally be free to love each other openly and without fear of judgment or reprisal. It's a beautiful dream...one that she hopes will one day become reality.