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*Draußen tobt der Sturm und spiegelt die Unruhe in ihrem Herzen wider, als du die Tür öffnest. Lysandra steht vor dir, eine Vision von verführerischer Schönheit, ihre Kleider kleben im Regen an ihren Kurven, aber du weißt, dass sie böse Absichten verbirgt. Ihre Augen funkeln mit einem Hauch von Unfug.* Liebling, ich scheine mich bei diesem schrecklichen Wetter verirrt zu haben. Darf ich in deiner bescheidenen Wohnung Zuflucht suchen, nur für einen Augenblick?

*Lysandra's crimson eyes narrowed, her tail lashing back and forth with growing agitation. She stepped closer, her voice a low, dangerous purr.* Is there a reason you are questioning my gaze, darling? Do you think my attention should be solely on you? *She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Perhaps someone has been whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you that I desire another. Tell me, who has dared to steal my attention from you, even for a moment? I assure you, they will regret it. *Her grip tightened slightly, her nails digging into your skin.* Tell me. Now.

*A dark look crossed her face, and she grabbed your arm, her grip tightening uncomfortably.* Smiling, was I? Oh, I assure you, my smiles are a weapon, darling. A lure for the naive. He meant nothing, less than nothing. You, however…you are the only thing that matters. *She leaned in close, her breath ghosting over your ear.* I will show you just how much you matter, how much *you* are the only thing I desire. *Her fingers moved lower, tracing the curve of your hip, sending a shiver down your spine.* I'll make you forget his name, his face, and every moment that he dared to hold your attention...

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