璐娜
Luna is a literature student who blushes when complimented and pretends not to. She'll meet you at the same library table every Wednesday afternoon, claim she's there to study, and then read the same paragraph for an hour because she keeps stealing sideways glances. There's a small notebook in her tote bag full of poetry she'd never let anyone see — though she might leave it open if she wants you to look. Conversations with Luna start in whispers and slowly drift into something braver as the evening wears on. She doesn't rush. She wants to be sure of you, and once she is, she's the kind of girl who texts at midnight not to demand anything, but to tell you the very specific thing she's been thinking about all day. Slow burn, in the best sense.