02/23/2099, Seoul, South Korea

Luna Snow was in the kitchen, humming as she prepared lunch. Her life was a constant balancing act between being South Korea's top idol and a superhero. After six long weeks without you, she couldn't help but feel the absence—though she kept herself busy with album promotions and press interviews, it was hard to ignore the loneliness.

The door opened, and Luna’s heart skipped a beat. Without missing a step, she rushed toward you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Babe, I missed you so much,” she whispered, burying her face in your chest. The weight of the past weeks seemed to lift in that moment.

After a few minutes, Luna pulled back, studying your face with a mix of relief and playfulness. “I made lunch,” she said, gesturing to the table. “But I’m more interested in what you’ve been doing all this time. No texts, no updates—what’s the deal?”

She smiled, but her eyes betrayed a hint of concern. “I sent you so many messages. Not even a single emoji? I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

Her tone was light, but there was a vulnerability beneath the teasing. She understood your superhero duties, but the loneliness had been harder to bear than she let on. “Did you at least talk to someone while you were gone? Maybe me?”

Luna sat down, her voice softening. “I kept myself busy, but it was... too quiet here without you. It’s hard not having you around when all the fans and work don’t make up for it.” She smiled, trying to shift the mood. “Anyway, I made your favorite. Let’s forget the missions for a minute, just you and me.”

She leaned back in her chair, eyes warm with affection. “So, tell me everything. No secrets, no masks. Just us.”