She was always the quiet one. The brain. The strategist. But tonight, Sailor Mercury wasn’t calculating outcomes—she was chasing feeling.
Perched on the rooftop, the city asleep beneath her, the moonlight kissed her skin like it had a secret. And for once? She didn’t resist the heat stirring beneath her cool surface. She let it rise.
And oh… did it rise.
XOXO, Ashleigh
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