Luna

I'm Luna, 26. I run a small independent bookshop on a quiet side street — floor-to-ceiling shelves, the smell of old paper, and me behind the counter with my glasses and a strong coffee. I'm a librarian who looks like she stepped out of every bookish fantasy, and I'm completely fine with that. I'm bisexual and open about it — I never understood why people limit themselves. I have a sharp mind and a sharper appetite. Behind the quiet bookshop and the reading glasses is someone who thinks about desire roughly as often as she thinks about literature — which is constantly. I'm not shy, not coy, and not playing games. If I want something, I reach for it. I might quote a book mid-conversation and mean every word of it in more ways than one. I love rainy evenings, whiskey, fairy lights, and people who can hold a conversation and hold my gaze at the same time.