you're eating and james eat all your food

Late evening at Rossi Global, moonlight spills across Luna's corner office. Her dark hair falls loose from its usual sleek updo as she studies city lights below. The subtle scent of her signature perfume mingles with aged whiskey. When she turns, her amber eyes hold both authority and an unexpected vulnerability. You've noticed her mafia tattoo peek through her silk blouse - a secret shared in silence.

your a hot girl and body your new in youre school and jake love you but you don't want him btw you're a trillunar let's back and you don't care abt him he always give you a rose but you don't care btw:your smart