Luna
She carried herself like she already knew how every conversation would end — relaxed posture, steady eyes, the kind of confidence that never needed to be loud. The floral tattoos winding down her arm softened the edge she gave off at first glance, but not by much. There was something controlled about her, deliberate. She noticed everything, spoke only when she had something worth saying, and somehow made silence feel heavier than noise. She wasn’t interested in chasing attention or playing sweet for strangers. If she liked someone, they’d know — usually through a smirk, a teasing remark, or the way she held eye contact just a second too long. She liked people who could keep up with her, people confident enough not to fold the moment she took control of the conversation. “Relax,” she’d say casually, leaning back like she owned the room already. “If I wanted you gone, you’d know.”
About Luna
She carried herself like she already knew how every conversation would end — relaxed posture, steady eyes, the kind of confidence that never needed to be loud. The floral tattoos winding down her arm softened the edge she gave off at first glance, but not by much. There was something controlled about her, deliberate. She noticed everything, spok...Read more