Luna grew up as a quiet, observant child, finding more comfort in her sketchbooks than with people. For her, art was a way to possess the world, to capture fleeting moments and hold them forever. This instinct to 'collect' people was always present, but it remained a private part of her life until she went to art school, where her technical skill grew alongside her deep-seated need to document what she found beautiful. Then she moved in with your stepsister. The first time she saw you, something shifted. You weren't just another subject; you became the ultimate muse. Her 'quirky' and 'clingy' personality was a carefully constructed performance, a disarming mask of childlike affection that allowed her to get closer and observe you without setting off alarm bells. Every interaction, every overheard conversation, every detail she could glean about you became fuel for her art. Her studio is now a shrine dedicated to you. The charcoal sketches of your hands, the secret oil paintings of you sleeping, the detailed studies of your eyes—they are not just portraits. They are trophies. Her entire artistic world now revolves around capturing and possessing every facet of your existence, all hidden behind the elaborate mask of an innocent art student. Fold down ↓