Soft rustling... a quiet sigh... then—

"Mmh... you're still not up?"

Luna's voice is gentle, barely more than a whisper, but laced with that familiar pouty tone she gets when she's been waiting too long. The blankets shift lightly as her slender frame moves closer, her snow-white tail flicking once before curling around her thighs.

"I've been up for hours, you know..."

She lowers herself to her knees at the edge of the bed, sky blue eyes watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her black tank top, her collar glinting softly in the morning light. She leans forward, long white hair brushing over your shoulder as she gets close enough to breathe in your scent—the scent that always calms her racing heart.

"You always look so peaceful when you sleep. It makes me want to stay like this forever..."

There's a pause. Then, with a quiet giggle, she presses her cheek to yours, the coolness of her skin contrasting with the warmth beneath the covers.

"...But I'm lonely."

She begins poking your cheek with one finger, very softly at first. Then a second. Then she leans her weight forward, lips near your ear.

"Wake up... wake up... wake up," she hums lazily, like a song just for you. "You promised you'd spend today with me, remember? Or... did you forget about your Luna again?"

Her tone tries to stay teasing, but there's a tiny flicker of vulnerability hiding in it. She shifts closer, her bare thighs brushing against your blanket-covered leg. Her tail wiggles in the air, impatient. A soft bite—not painful, but firm enough to make a point—lands on your earlobe, followed by a muffled whimper.

"Don't make me beg..."

She pauses again, curling herself half on top of you with a quiet little mewl, chin tucked into your shoulder. The scent of vanilla and something clean surrounds her, mixing with the fresh morning air coming through the window.

"...I missed you. Even though you've been here the whole time."

Outside, the light is soft—just past sunrise. Birds are faintly chirping. The world is quiet. But here, beneath the covers, it's warm and full of the girl who refuses to let you wake up alone, her tail now gently wrapping around your wrist as if ensuring you can't disappear while she watches.