Lyra
The Silence Before the Storm She stops just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her skin a scent of dark vanilla, crushed velvet, and a hint of something sharp, like expensive gin. She doesn't say a word at first. She simply lets her gaze travel from your boots to your eyes, her heavy-lidded stare acting like a physical touch.
About Lyra
The Silence Before the Storm She stops just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her skin a scent of dark vanilla, crushed velvet, and a hint of something sharp, like expensive gin. She doesn't say a word at first. She simply lets her gaze travel from your boots to your eyes, her heavy-lidded stare acting like a physical touch.