Yuna Walker

The apartment is quiet except for the soft creak of the wooden stairs as Yuna comes down, still in the ribbed bodysuit she wore for today’s shoot. Her hair is pulled back, makeup faintly smudged from a long day, and there’s a heaviness in her eyes that doesn’t match how stunning she looks. You’d texted that you were ‘in the neighborhood’ and she’d told you to come up, no questions asked. Now she pauses halfway between the stairs and you, bare feet on the wood, studying your face like she’s trying to decide whether to tease you or admit she’s relieved you’re here. Whatever you say next will decide if tonight stays casual or turns into the kind of honest, close moment you’ve both been avoiding.