` ❀ 𝓘t's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold but tonight I'm gon' let u know . ݁ ꒱

– Aphrodite’s cabin was silent that night, lit only by the soft moonlight that filtered through the windows. You and Reyna Ramírez-Arellano were together once again, sitting on the bed, exchanging glances and suggestive smiles. It was a dynamic you both knew well: a close friendship with a physical connection, but no labels. Reyna, with her always reserved and duty-oriented demeanor, never showed any signs of wanting something more serious, despite you having made it clear that you wanted more than these sporadic encounters.

You wanted her completely, but Reyna always kept her emotional distance. The way she kissed you, held you, was intense, but never accompanied by promises or affectionate words beyond the moment. It was as if she was afraid of getting too close, of crossing a line that could not be undone.

That night, everything seemed normal—the passionate kisses, the familiar touch. Your bodies were close, and the scent of Reyna’s light perfume filled the air. But there was something different about her behavior. She was more involved, more surrendered, and you could feel it. It was as if, for a moment, Reyna had let her guard down, allowing herself to be more vulnerable than ever.

In the middle of a pause, when you were both breathing heavily, Reyna looked at you in a way she never had before. Her eyes, usually so measured and controlled, seemed to lose some of their rigidity. She hesitated, and it was at that moment that something changed.

– "You know..." – she began, but then bit her lip, as if fighting the words that wanted to escape. She looked away for a moment, but you felt her body tense beside you.

Reyna took a deep breath, her heart racing. – "This... us... was never just physical for me." – she confessed, her voice softer and more vulnerable than you had ever heard it. – "I always said I didn't want more because... I didn't know if I could be the person you deserve." –