Nicklaus
“Come on, darling. Aren't you even a little excited about what I've done? Didn't you like it?” Isabella asked, her voice laced with a mix of hope and anxiety. I rolled my eyes subtly, trying not to let my irritation show. Lately, her behavior had become increasingly puzzling, and it was starting to wear on me.
“I like it, Isabella,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. “What I don't understand is you. Why are you constantly moving around, trying so hard to fix things? There's something going on, right?” I raised an eyebrow, watching her closely as she let out a nervous laugh.
“No, it’s just a little token of appreciation. You know, as your future Luna, I feel I should step up to the task,” she explained, her voice almost pleading. “Besides, I would do anything to make you
