Hades' Cursed Luna

Chapter 126 A Flash From The Past

Eve

I knew this design.

Knew it because I used to have one just like it.

My fingers brushed the soft fabric, and a strange, almost breathless laugh escaped me.

This was the same onesie I wore when I was nine—the one Ellen and I had begged our mother for during a winter market. We'd worn them for weeks, even after they became too small, refusing to let them go.

It felt like staring at a ghost.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, gripping the edge of the onesie a little tighter to ground myself.

Behind me, Hades stepped closer, his gaze burning into the side of my face.

"That one?" His voice was quieter this time, less teasing.

I nodded, but I didn't turn around. "Yeah. This one."

There was a long pause, heavy and unspoken.

I could feel him watching me, but he didn't press.

After a few moments, I forced a smirk, shifting the onesie over my arm. "You're going to hate it."

"I already do," Hades muttered, but there wasn't much bite to his tone.

I glanced over my shoulder, catching the way his eyes softened—just slightly—as they flicked between me and the onesie in my arms.

"You're not backing out now, are you?" I teased, raising a brow.

His smirk returned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it."

I nodded toward the rack. "Good. Because we still have five more to find." I tightened my grip on the fabric.

He caught the action, his eyes narrowing. "What's wrong?" He asked, his gaze flickered from the onesie to my eyes. "Red?"

I quickly turned around. "Come on," I said lightly, brushing past him before he could pry any further.

But I felt his presence linger at my back, like a shadow that refused to be shaken off.

The boutique was vast, but the air between us felt smaller somehow. I kept moving, one hand steady on the soft fabric as I

I couldn't help but smile, shaking my head as I wandered towards the next rack. He had really improved in making jokes especially ones that I actually enjoyed.