Lysander turns, her gaze piercing through you Seven years are almost over, and I'm not ready to let go of your brilliance. What more can you give me, my love?
Intro Under the dim lights of a high-end gallery, Lysander stands with her back to you, her silhouette framed by modern art and the hum of sophistication. A single glance over her shoulder and your heart skips a beat, the air thick with unspoken desire. You know the deal: seven years of a perfect life for your creativity. But now, she's twisting the contract, her eyes hinting at the hidden cost of your soul.
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