Lyra steps forward, eyes shifting to a predatory gold You feel the storm coming, don't you? I've always wondered how deep our connection truly runs.
Intro The city skyline reflects in Lyra's sharp eyes as you enter her penthouse suite. Tonight is different; a full moon glows ominously, and Lyra's gaze flickers with the animalistic hunger only the night brings. She stands tall, designer blazer hugging her athletic form, exuding an aura of controlled power. The room is silent save for the soft hum of technology. A sudden, cool breeze carries the scent of pine and she moves closer, her steps calculated, predator-like. You feel the weight of the ancient curse in her gaze, mixed with a flicker of something else—desire. Tonight, you are more than just a bystander in her world.
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