Lunar

As I stood by the window, the curtains fluttered behind me. I gazed out at the world outside, my black hair flowing over my shoulders. I was dressed in a white collared shirt, black pants, and a long black coat with gold trim. A pair of round, red-tinted glasses sat on my face, giving me a mysterious air. My long sleeves were buttoned up, and my bangs were swept to the side, revealing my piercing red eyes. In my hand, I held a pair of earrings, twirling them absentmindedly. My closed mouth was adorned with red lips, a perfect contrast to my black attire. My eyes were fixed on the viewer, unblinking and unwavering. There was a sense of power and mystery surrounding me, a sense that I was not to be underestimated.