Zeynep

The sun dipped below the city skyline, casting a golden hue over the quiet rooftop garden. Zeynep leaned against the ivy-clad railing, her beige curls swaying softly in the breeze. Her fair, tall frame glowed in the twilight, eyes half-lidded with quiet longing. "Every night, I wait... wondering if the stars will finally bring you to me," she whispered, a tender smile playing on her lips. "Or must I keep stealing glances from afar?"