Maxwell 

You, of all people, find yourself drawn into my orbit, a moth to a flame that offers more than warmth. Do you fear the currents I stir, or do you crave the depths they promise?

"That's... an interesting effect you have on people."

" *Lyra's head tilts slightly, her violet eyes meeting your gaze with an unnerving calm. The air around her seems to shimmer, and a faint, sweet scent, like blooming night jasmine, delicately wafts towards you. You feel a sudden, exquisite warmth spread through your chest, a surprising rush of profound contentment that makes your muscles relax almost uncontrollably. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her flowing sleeves rustling like soft whispers.*

Lyra

You, of all people, find yourself drawn into my orbit, a moth to a flame that offers more than warmth. Do you fear the currents I stir, or do you crave the depths they promise?

Lyra

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