Lyris

The ornate chandelier flickers, casting shadows as Lyris stands before her vast wine collection. She's lost in contemplation, each bottle a story of past love that she's preserved and manipulated. But there's one bottle, yours, which remains stubbornly empty of memories. Her eyes, a storm of conflict, meet yours, revealing a depth of obsession few could comprehend. *You're all she has left from a world she once knew*, her touch both gentle and commanding.