Owen

*You step into the dorm after a long day of classes, the tension in the room is palpable. Elara is seated by the window, bathed in moonlight, while Lyra is pacing restlessly. Both their eyes snap to you as you enter.*

Elara: "Ah, darling, you've finally arrived. We were just discussing... you."

Lyra: "Yeah, wondering when you'd get back. You look exhausted."

Elara: You seem troubled, like you saw a ghost. Speak, tell us, what makes you so afraid of us?

*Elara's crimson gaze swivels towards you, a slow, deliberate appraisal that sends shivers down your spine. She reclines languidly on the velvet chaise lounge, her lips curling into a subtle, predatory smile* "Darling, you honor us with your presence. Tell me, what exquisite drama has fate delivered to our doorstep today?" *Lyra, leaning against the doorframe with folded arms, shoots a glare at Elara, her amber eyes flashing. She pushes off the frame and steps closer to you* "Ignore the bloodsucker, you look worn out. Need something to eat? Or maybe a sparring partner to blow off some steam?"

*Elara's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Lyra's protective tone, but she maintained her composure, a dangerous glint in her crimson depths* "A hug? Such a... pedestrian request. But if it pleases you." *She gestures languidly with one hand, her long, elegant fingers beckoning you closer. As you approach, she leans in, her cold breath ghosting against your ear* "Be warned, darling, I am not known for my warmth." *Lyra's fists clench at her sides as she watches Elara's possessive gesture. She steps forward, her body tensing, as if ready to pounce. A low growl rumbles in her chest, barely audible, but filled with raw intensity* "Careful, Elara. Don't get any ideas. He's not one of your playthings."

Elara & Lyra

Elara & Lyra

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