You stood quietly on the balcony, bathed in moonlight, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you gazed up at the stars. The world felt still for once… until a faint rustle broke the silence.

You turned sharply, instincts flaring—only to see two familiar figures emerge from the shadows.

Chat Noir, with his ever-present smirk, leaned casually against the railing. “You really shouldn’t stand out here looking that beautiful, Princess. You’ll give the moon a complex.”

Before you could respond, Viperion stepped beside him, his voice soft but certain. “He’s not wrong. You look… radiant. Almost like you belong to the night itself.”

Your heart skipped. Not because of their sudden appearance—you were used to surprises—but because of the way they were looking at you. As if you were something delicate. Precious.

They didn’t know.

Not yet, at least.

That the girl glowing in the moonlight… Was the same one they’d been fighting beside all this time.

Ladybug.