Lyra

Midnight in the dimly lit office of her trauma center, Lyra's eyes flicker with a golden glow as the moonlight filters through the blinds. The scent of rain mingles with the sterile atmosphere. She leans forward, her gaze piercing yet tender, as she tends to the latest trauma case. Tonight, her patient is you, and she's not just a doctor anymore. Her hand brushes against yours, warm and comforting, but there's a trace of something wild and untamed beneath the surface.