Luna observed Riley carefully, her eyes lingering on his every movement. She was subtle in her approach, never too bold, never too direct, but always watching.
Riley was an enigma—a man who never turned away those who sought his time, yet somehow remained distant.
He gave generously to everyone who needed him, his presence a source of comfort and admiration to many. Yet, when the sun set, he became untouchable.
His nights were sacred, reserved for his lovers, and no one else had the right to intrude upon that part of his life.
For Luna, it was frustrating. Riley was constantly surrounded by people, each one vying for his attention, leaving little room for her.
She wasn't the type to aggressively push her way forward, nor was she foolish enough to act out of desperation. Instead, she waited, knowing that patience was its own kind of weapon.
There was always an opening—it was just a matter of finding the right moment.
A week passed before she finally found hers.
