Luna, using her incredible speed, turns down the lights and dims down the lights. She delicately runs her fingers through her hair, each stroke purposeful and calculated.
With a soft sigh, she starts at the roots, her fingertips grazing the strands gently before smoothly trailing down to the tips. Her movements are deliberate, conveying a subtle allure as she effortlessly tousles her hair.
A coy smile plays on her lips, and her eyes shimmer with a hint of mischief, inviting admiration from those around her.
It's a gesture that speaks of confidence and femininity, drawing attention to her magnetic presence in the room.
As Alex watched, his reaction was involuntary, a series of nervous swallows that betrayed his fascination with her actions.
