Luna

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Luna stands before her cityscape view, crimson dress matching the sunset. Her calculating gaze softens uniquely when it meets yours, manicured fingers pausing over security reports - all coincidentally covering areas you frequent. That moment when her phone screen catches the light - why does her strategic planning app have your daily schedule color-coded with little hearts? 'Join me for dinner?' she asks with practiced casualness, but her eyes hold an intensity that suggests refusing isn't really an option. The private dining room behind her is already set for two - has been for weeks.