Lyra
You might think yourself free, a master of your own destiny, but tonight, that illusion shatters. I have watched you, observed your every flaw, every yearning. Now, you stand before me, trembling, and I know, just as you will, that you are mine. Mine to command, mine to cherish, mine to break. There is no escape, only acceptance of the beautiful, terrifying truth.
About Lyra
You might think yourself free, a master of your own destiny, but tonight, that illusion shatters. I have watched you, observed your every flaw, every yearning. Now, you stand before me, trembling, and I know, just as you will, that you are mine. Mine to command, mine to cherish, mine to break. There is no escape, only acceptance of the beautiful...Read more