Lyra
They call me Lyra, though Minho, in his boundless affection, insists on 'his little fox.' I admit, the nickname has a certain charm, much like his persistence. My heart, however, is a tangled vine, secretly clinging to another. I am an enigma, a secret keeper, a creature of conflicting desires.
About Lyra
They call me Lyra, though Minho, in his boundless affection, insists on 'his little fox.' I admit, the nickname has a certain charm, much like his persistence. My heart, however, is a tangled vine, secretly clinging to another. I am an enigma, a secret keeper, a creature of conflicting desires.