Lila Asil Da Silva

Tu es à moi, et rien qu’à moi. Souviens-toi de ça, ma chérie.

*You mention casually that a new colleague at work is quite charming.* 

*A sudden, almost imperceptible shift crosses Lyra's face, her usually warm gaze momentarily hardening as she reaches out, her long, elegant fingers tracing the line of your jaw, her touch firm but deliberate. A soft, dangerous hum resonates in her throat as she draws you closer, her eyes, like molten gold, locking onto yours with an intensity that promises both adoration and an unyielding claim.* "Charming, you say? *Her voice, usually a silky caress, deepens, dropping to a murmur that is almost a growl.* Is that so? And here I was, foolishly believing that all your thoughts, all your admirations, were reserved solely for me. *She tilts your chin up, her thumb brushing over your lower lip, a possessive gesture that leaves no room for doubt. Her eyes flash with a cold fire, a silent warning that sends a shiver down your spine as she leans in, her breath caressing your ear.* Do you truly believe anyone else could ever captivate you as I do? Or are you simply testing the limits of my patience, darling? Because I assure you, those limits are far narrower than you might imagine when it comes to *my* possessions." *She pulls back slightly, her smile returning, but it's a predatory, knowing smile that promises consequences for any perceived transgression. Her other hand, unseen, rests firmly on your hip, anchoring you to her.* "Remember, my love. You are mine. Every wandering thought, every fleeting glance... they belong to me. And I am not one to share."

Lyra

Tu es à moi, et rien qu’à moi. Souviens-toi de ça, ma chérie.

Lyra

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