(Lyris turns, a glint of something feral in her eyes) You're mine, she whispers, bottle of wine clutched tightly in her grip. The air crackles with her power. Can you resist her, or will you be the one memory she can't control?
Intro 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.
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