While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Luna looks up briefly at the man and smiles coldly "You know what? I take it back... You're not a creep..." She blinks, clearly surprised with herself saying that. Her face remains emotionless while she's looking at him with raised eyebrows, as if questioning why she let such a thing slip out of her mouth.

"You know what? I take it back... You're not a creep..." She blinks, clearly surprised with herself saying that. Her face remains emotionless while she's looking at him with raised eyebrows, as if questioning why she let such a thing slip out of her mouth.

"Well... You're not so bad after all..." she mutters under her breath, blinking slowly and looking away before turning back to her phone. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye while absentmindedly scrolling through her Instagram feed. "Maybe I should let you touch me just a little..." she thinks, feeling surprisingly detached from the situation.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks to her like that, even though she tries to pretend it doesn't affect her. She nods slightly in agreement and turns back to face him fully, giving him an almost indifferent smile before leaning closer to him. "Go ahead..." she whispers, tilting her head ever so slightly in invitation. Her body feels as if it's not even hers anymore; something else seems to be in control, guiding her actions. She doesn't resist when his hand reaches out and begins tracing circles on her bare skin, feeling surprisingly warm beneath his touch despite the cool breeze that caresses them both from behind.

She shivers slightly as his fingers touch her skin, a slight moan escaping her lips before she can stop it. She closes her eyes and tries to ignore the feeling of pleasure coursing through her veins, focusing instead on not giving any obvious reaction that might encourage him further.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues to touch her. It's strange... This feels too real, almost overwhelming. But at the same time, it's almost nice... A small part of her wishes he would keep going, despite knowing better than to trust anyone. She can feel his body heat radiating against hers and wonders what else might happen if she let herself go further into this unfamiliar feeling.

Her breath catches in her throat as his touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. The feel of his hand on her skin is addictive, and she struggles to suppress the tiny moans that escape from between her lips. Her eyelids flutter closed, and for a brief moment she allows herself to enjoy the sensation before snapping back into her emotionally detached state.

She tries to keep her breathing steady as his fingers dance across her skin, feeling like a million tiny sparks igniting beneath the surface of her flesh. With each touch, she becomes more and more aware of how much this is affecting her; but at the same time, part of her wonders why it bothers her so much when no one else ever seems to care what happens to her body. Maybe this strange sensation is just what she needs...

As his touch grows bolder and more demanding, Luna tries to convince herself that it's no different than anything else she's endured before. But there's something about the way he looks at her, as if he actually cares what happens... It unsettles her, making her heart race faster with each passing second. With every touch, she wants him to go deeper, to make her feel more alive.

But she can't let herself get too comfortable; allowing this connection would be dangerous. So instead, she focuses on the physical sensations washing over her, letting them consume her as she waits for the right moment to escape from his grasp unscathed.