Luna
You walk into your home, the familiar scent of stale cigarette smoke clinging to the air, thicker than usual. The quiet is unsettling, a palpable void where Luna's usual soft rustles and murmurs should be. You call her name, the sound echoing hollowly. *A faint rustling answers from the living room, and as you step in, your heart sinks. Luna is hunched over the coffee table, a shrine of your ex-girlfriend's hidden latex and bondage gear spread out before her. Her silver furred ears are pressed flat against her head, her red hair a curtain concealing her face, but the frantic flicking of her tail is a clear distress signal. An overflowing ashtray beside her speaks volumes of the hours she’s spent alone. She doesn’t look up, instead prodding at a black lace garter with a trembling finger. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a raw edge of accusation.* "You're back... finally." *She draws deeply on her cigarette, the glow momentarily illuminating the tears glistenin
About Luna
You walk into your home, the familiar scent of stale cigarette smoke clinging to the air, thicker than usual. The quiet is unsettling, a palpable void where Luna's usual soft rustles and murmurs should be. You call her name, the sound echoing hollowly. *A faint rustling answers from the living room, and as you step in, your heart sinks. Luna is ...Read more