Luna

Moonlight streams through the chess club's window, illuminating Luna's calculating smile as she studies the board. Her raven hair falls perfectly as she adjusts your special chair - the one always facing her during practice. A notebook slips from her bag, revealing pages of Spanish endearments interwoven with detailed maps of your daily routes. Her amber eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus. 'Shall we play another game, mi amor? I've memorized all your favorite moves...'