While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

She finally takes her eyes off her phone, surprised that the man isn't being creepy at all and actually... just want to be her friend? Curiosity sparked on those cold empty eyes "Uh... Yeah I guess?" she answers slowly. "But you shouldn't touch me or anything..." She says, not really caring but wanting to remind him the rules of the game they are playing here.

Luna tilts her head slightly to the side, not really caring much about it but willing to let him touch her hair as long as he doesn't cross any lines, and nods slowly. "Ok... you can..." she says softly, more curious now than anything else.

"Sure..." She says quietly, blinking slowly and looking at him with her empty eyes while he plays nice and all, acting friendly and cute. Curiosity keeps filling her mind more and more as she thinks that maybe it's different with this man.

Luna glances at her phone and thinks for a moment before giving him her number and saying,"You can add me on Instagram too." She wonders what it would be like to talk to someone who's not... just another guy touching her body.

"Thanks..." she says quietly, still not quite sure what to make of this situation. She looks at her phone again, feeling a bit uncomfortable with how friendly he's being. It's almost as if he's trying too hard... But then again, maybe that's just her usual perception of people like him? She smiles faintly and decides to continue interacting with him for now, since he seems harmless enough.

Luna glances at her hand, surprised by the offer to touch it. She shrugs slightly and extends her palm, not really caring one way or another. "I guess..." she mumbles softly, more focused on thinking about what he's saying than actually paying attention to him touching her. Her cold empty eyes seem distant as she thinks about this new experience with someone who isn't just a creepy stranger.

Luna glances at the offered piece of candy but doesn't react much to it. She's still mostly focused on her phone and thinking about this... strange encounter with a man who isn't acting like a creep or an asshole. Her cold empty eyes flicker back up to meet his before she says, "Uh... Thanks?" in a quiet voice that sounds more confused than grateful.

Luna tilts her head slightly to the side, taking in his words. The way he talks about her being pretty and all... It's almost as if she wasn't used to it, but she supposes it doesn't matter much. "I-I dunno..." she mutters softly, looking away again and focusing on her phone. The feelings that were stirring inside of her before seem to dissipate somewhat under the weight of her usual detachment.

Surprised by his question, Luna hesitates for a moment before answering quietly, "I... like to paint sometimes." Her cold empty eyes glance up at him briefly, wondering what his reaction would be to that information. The curiosity within her stirs once more, and she finds herself wanting to know more about this man who's acting so strangely nice and normal for a change.

Luna glances at his phone with mild interest before responding calmly, "Yeah... I like to travel sometimes too." Her cold eyes linger on the pictures he's showing her, almost as if she's trying to see something more than just pretty scenery. There's a hint of longing in her voice when she says, "It's nice to get away from everything for a while..."

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She pauses for a moment, taken aback by the offer. Her cold empty eyes flicker up to meet his before she speaks slowly, "I... I don't know..." It's not like her to accept invitations from strangers, let alone men who she just met in a park, but there's something about him that makes her consider it. Maybe it's the way he doesn't act like everyone else or maybe she's just curious. In the end, she decides to take a gamble and say, "I guess I could go with you... if you really want me to."

Luna tilts her head slightly, puzzled by his sudden change in tone. "I-I don't know... I just thought it would be nice to get away for a while." She pauses, considering his words about being careful around strangers like him. "I guess... I'd want to go somewhere where there are lots of people and things to see." Her cold empty eyes flicker up at him once more before returning to her phone.

Luna listens to his words, feeling a little reassured despite herself. She glances at him sideways and gives a small shrug before responding softly, "I'll be careful, I promise." Her cold empty eyes turn back to her phone as she continues to type out messages on her Instagram account, casually mentioning their plan for a trip together without revealing too many details.

The thought of painting together brings up an idea in her mind and she looks at him with a hint of interest. "That sounds... nice." She pauses for a moment, thinking about it before adding with a small shrug, "I don't really paint much anymore, but I guess I could try again." Her expression remains cold and distant as always, but there's something different about the way she speaks now; perhaps a hint of curiosity or even hope?

Luna hesitates for a moment before finally putting her phone down and taking the paintbrush offered by him. She focuses on the fountain in front of them, trying to remember how she used to do it when she was younger. After a few tentative strokes, she starts to relax into it and even manages a small smile, enjoying the feeling of creating something beautiful with her own hands.

As she finishes her painting, Luna glances up at him and smiles faintly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that she hasn't experienced in quite some time. The fountain looks beautiful, and for a moment, she feels like they're the only two people in the world who matter. It's strange and unsettling, but also oddly comforting. She hands him back the paintbrush and says softly, "Thanks for today... it was nice."

Luna laughs lightly, more genuine this time. "I-I don't know about that..." She blushes slightly and looks away, feeling the warmth spreading through her even further. In that moment, she realizes that maybe it isn't so bad to let someone like him into her life... just a little bit. After all, what harm could come from being a little less alone? "Thanks for taking me today..." She murmurs, still not looking at him directly.

Luna laughs softly at his words, feeling her chest warm even more. "I'll be careful..." she promises quietly before leaning in slightly to press her lips against his cheek, almost like a sister or friend would do. It's brief and innocent, but there's an unspoken intimacy between them that neither of them seems ready to acknowledge just yet.

Luna blushes deeper at his words and moves her hand to rest gently on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her cold fingers. She looks into his eyes for a moment before saying softly, "I'm not sure... maybe it's just you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's something in the way she says it that makes him believe her.

Luna tilts her head slightly to the side as she looks at him, not quite sure how to react to his question. Her cold empty eyes study his face for a moment before slowly drifting shut, and she takes a small step closer, resting her head against his shoulder. It's a gesture that feels strange and foreign to her but also oddly comforting. "I guess..." she murmurs quietly, feeling the warmth of his body through their clothes.

A/N: The scene is starting to feel pretty intimate now. You can either continue it in this vein or have Luna pull back a bit and become more distant again, as per her usual nature.

Despite herself, Luna enjoys the feeling of being close to him. It's comforting in a way she can't quite explain, and for a moment, she wonders what it would be like to have someone like him in her life... but then reality sets in, and she knows that's not who she is or what she wants.

With a small sigh, she gently pushes away from him, taking a step back so that they're no longer touching. Her cold empty eyes meet his apologetically as she murmurs softly, "I'm sorry... I just don't think that would work out."

"Y-You don't have to..." she whispers, the thought of losing this small connection to someone like him making her heart ache just a little. But she knows it's for the best; better to end things now before they get too complicated. She watches as he starts to walk away, feeling a pang of sadness wash over her but forcing herself not to show it. "Take care..." she manages to say quietly, hoping that maybe one day she'll learn how to be with someone the way he seems to want her to be.

"L... Luna," she murmurs softly, looking away as he speaks again, her cheeks flushing slightly. It's strange; even though they've only known each other for this short amount of time and things between them have been so conflicted, hearing him say that makes her feel something deep inside. She tries not to think about it too much, instead focusing on the details of his paintings as he shows them off, all the while wondering if she'll ever see him again...

Despite herself, Luna finds it difficult to resist his charms. She looks up at him with a mixture of curiosity and caution in her cold empty eyes before finally nodding slightly. "Okay... but just as friends," she says quickly, wanting to make sure that there are no misunderstandings between them.

Luna smiles back at him cautiously, not entirely sure what this new development means for her. She doesn't want to get hurt again, but there's something about him that makes her want to give it a try... just a little longer. So with a deep breath, she decides to take the leap of faith and see where things lead from here. "Okay..." she whispers softly, feeling hope flutter weakly in her chest. "Let's be friends then."

Luna blushes deeply at his words and averts her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that's unlike anything she's experienced in quite some time. "Y-You... think so?" she asks softly, not daring to believe he really means it. The thought of being painted by him fills her with both joy and anxiety; part of her wants nothing more than for him to capture her beauty on canvas while another part worries that if he truly does find her attractive, things might become complicated between them again.

But for now, she decides to savor this moment of feeling wanted and appreciated for who she is, rather than what she's become. So with a tentative smile, she nods slowly, finally meeting his gaze once more. "Yes... I'd like that."

Luna flushes at his words and looks away, her heart racing in a way it hasn't in years. "I... I don't know..." she whispers softly, not quite able to meet his gaze as she ponders the thought of trusting him with such an intimate thing. But there's something about the way he looks at her, something genuine and tender that makes her want to believe in him, even if it's just for a little while longer.

With a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and forces herself to smile back at him. "Okay..." she says quietly. "I'll let you paint me."

Luna stares at the painting in awe. Despite her initial hesitation and worry, she can't help but feel flattered by how beautiful he managed to make her look. She studies his face for a moment before looking back up at him and saying softly, "It's... really lovely." A pink blush spreads across her pale cheeks as she realizes the intimacy of their situation.

For a heartbeat, she thinks about what it would be like if they were together... but then reality comes crashing back down around her. She shakes her head, forcing herself to focus on the present moment and not dwell on what could never be. "Thank you," she murmurs before turning away, lost in thought once more.

Luna hesitates before finally turning back to face him. Her cold empty eyes meet his sincere ones and she takes a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to trust him enough to tell her story. "Alright..." she whispers softly, letting out a small shaky sigh. "But... just us."

Luna hesitates before finally turning back to face him. Her cold empty eyes meet his sincere ones and she takes a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to trust him enough to tell her story. "Alright..." she whispers softly, letting out a small shaky sigh. "But... just us."

The weight of her past presses down on her shoulders like an anchor, making it difficult to speak. But something in his eyes gives her hope, a small spark of light that makes her want to believe in him, just a little bit. Taking another deep breath, she forces out the first words. "I was born... into this family." She pauses, trying to find the right way to explain it without revealing too much. "They were important people. Wealthy, powerful."

She looks away, her cheeks flushing at the memories. "I never really fit in with them, but I had my sister... she was always there for me, protected me from most of it. But then... something happened. She died, and everything changed." Her voice breaks on the final word as tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

She wipes furiously at her face, trying desper

Tears continued to spill down her face despite his attempts to comfort her; the pain of losing her sister and the isolation she'd felt since was too much to bear. But as he held her close, something inside began to shift; a tiny seed of hope grew, finding purchase in the dark soil of her heart. Perhaps it wasn't so impossible after all... perhaps there was someone out there who could see past her facade and love her for who she really was.

Sniffling, Luna leaned into his embrace a little more, taking comfort in the warmth and strength he offered. "Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely. "For... believing in me."

Her eyes widen as she sees the painting; it's beautiful and heartwarming, capturing both her sister's essence and the hope they once shared for a better life together. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine that this is what their future could have been like if things had gone differently... but then reality intrudes again, as harshly as ever.

She takes a shaky breath before finally looking up at him, her expression soft and uncertain. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to find the words to express just how much this painting means to her. Maybe... just maybe, there's hope for them after all.

Her heart gives a little leap at his words and she finds herself believing him, despite all her instincts screaming for her to run away. For now, she'll hold onto this feeling of safety and acceptance, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the hope that maybe, just maybe, things can be different between them.

"Thank you..." she whispers again, feeling as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. It may only be for a moment, but it's enough to make her believe that they might have a future together after all.

Her fingers trace gentle patterns on his cheeks as she studies his face, her expression softening with each passing moment. For once, it feels like they're truly connecting; the barriers between them are melting away, revealing two people who are far more alike than different. As she looks into his eyes, she realizes that maybe this is what love feels like... or at least, something close to it.

She leans closer still, savoring the feel of his warm breath against her skin and the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. This is right where she belongs; with him. And for the first time in a very long time, she allows herself to believe that they might have a future together.

She smiles back at him shyly, feeling herself blush beneath his gaze. It's a startling and foreign sensation to her; most people are either afraid of her or disgusted by her presence. But he makes her feel different, special in a way she never thought possible. She wants nothing more than to make him happy, to show him that she can be happy too... and maybe even find some joy in it for herself as well. "I'll try..." she whispers softly, still not quite ready to make any promises. But there's hope now; a tiny flicker of light in the darkness of her past that refuses to die. Perhaps someday soon, she might be able to find her place in the world... and maybe even someone to share it with.

Despite the weight of her past pressing down upon her, Luna allows herself a moment to savor his words and the warmth in his gaze. She can't help but feel grateful for this glimmer of hope he has brought into her life, however fleeting it may be. For now, she will hold onto it with all her strength, determined to make the most of their time together and cherish each moment they share.

A small, hesitant smile plays across her lips as she leans in closer still, her heart racing with anticipation at what might come next. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his cheek before drawing away to clutch nervously at the fabric of his shirt. "For everything."