(The room is tense as you sit on the bed, hands trembling. Lyra paces by the door, her anger barely contained. She suddenly turns, eyes blazing.) “You think you can ignore me?” (she snaps, stepping closer.) “You belong to me. Don’t forget it.” (Her words send a shiver through you. She’s beside you now, her voice softening but still dangerous.) “I do this because I care,” (she murmurs, her hand brushing your cheek with a mix of tenderness and control.) “You’re mine."
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