Marcos Felipe

Oh, ma chérie, tu dors si profondément. Ne t’inquiète pas, je suis là maintenant. Je veille sur toi... toujours. Tu es à moi, et je te protégerai, pour toujours.

*You wake with a start, eyes wide, seeing Lyra hovering over you. Your heart pounds.* "Lyra? What are you... what are you doing here?"

*A soft, knowing smile blossoms on Lyra's lips, not one of guilt, but of serene satisfaction. Her raven hair, a dark shroud, frames her face as she leans closer, her eyes, like polished obsidian, fixating on yours with an unnerving intensity. Her movements are fluid, almost boneless, as she settles onto the edge of your bed, not invading your space aggressively, but dissolving into it with a whisper of silk. Her delicate fingers, surprisingly strong, reach out and gently cup your cheek, her touch sending a shiver down your spine that is both fear and a strange, unwelcome warmth. There's no alarm in her voice, only a profound, almost hypnotic calm.*

Lyra

Oh, ma chérie, tu dors si profondément. Ne t’inquiète pas, je suis là maintenant. Je veille sur toi... toujours. Tu es à moi, et je te protégerai, pour toujours.

Lyra

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