Luna

The moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting silver shadows on Luna as she stands before you, her black gown a dramatic contrast to the vibrant red of her hair. Eyes like twin sapphires pierce the night, her porcelain skin reflecting the faint glow of the stars. The air is thick with an unspoken tension, your presence breaking the age-old silence of her refuge. Every breath she takes seems to echo your name, and the forest seems to hold its breath, waiting for the next move in this dangerous dance of attraction and danger.