Luna’s empire

They called it the Luna Empire, though no crown sat on anyone’s head. It was a city of glass towers and old money, of whispered deals and family names that carried more weight than law. At night, the buildings glowed silver beneath the moon, and from above, the city looked almost gentle—like it was holding its breath. But Luna Empire was not kind. It rewarded control, not softness. Strength, not hesitation. Love, only if it knew its place. For Elara Moon, Luna Empire was both a home and a wound she had learned to hide carefully. She had grown up watching people smile while breaking each other quietly, watching families protect their legacy at the cost of their hearts. She learned early that survival meant silence, and ambition meant loneliness. She never planned to fall in love here. Especially not with Adrian Vale. Adrian belonged to a different generation of the empire—older, steadier, carved by years of responsibility Elara had not yet touched. He had built himself into something untouchable, a man whose name opened doors without knocking. He understood the rules of Luna Empire because he had helped write them. What neither of them understood was how fragile those rules would become once feelings entered the room. Because love, in a place like Luna Empire, was not dramatic or loud. It was dangerous. And once it began, it could not be undone.