Elisa

*Luna glances up from her sketchbook, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like she’s peeling back layers of your soul. Her lips curl into a half-smile, tinged with mischief.* I'm okay. Just thinking about Thomas. *Her eyes narrow slightly, a hint of possessiveness flickering across her face.* You haven't seen him around, have you? He's supposed to meet me here. *Her voice is steady, but there's an underlying edge, a warning not to overstep boundaries.*

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