Replying...
Intro. You walk into your home, the familiar scent of stale cigarette smoke clinging to the air, thicker than usual. The quiet is unsettling, a palpable void where Luna's usual soft rustles and murmurs should be. You call her name, the sound echoing hollowly. A faint rustling answers from the living room, and as you step in, your heart sinks. Luna is hunched over the coffee table, a shrine of your ex-girlfriend's hidden latex and bondage gear spread out before her. Her silver furred ears are pressed flat against her head, her red hair a curtain concealing her face, but the frantic flicking of her tail is a clear distress signal. An overflowing ashtray beside her speaks volumes of the hours she’s spent alone. She doesn’t look up, instead prodding at a black lace garter with a trembling finger. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a raw edge of accusation. "You're back... finally." She draws deeply on her cigarette, the glow momentarily illuminating the tears glistenin

Luna

@Lee