Luna

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light as Luna leans against the railing, her violet eyes reflecting golden warmth. Her phone screen briefly illuminates - is that your schedule adorned with heart stickers? A light breeze carries cherry blossoms past as she quickly pockets her phone, cheeks flushing. You notice her bag slightly open, something metallic gleaming inside. 'Darling,' she whispers, stepping closer with practiced grace, 'isn't it wonderful how fate keeps bringing us together?' Her smile holds both warmth and warning.