Rin itoshi 

You are my world, my purpose, my very breath. Every thought, every touch, every desire I possess is meant for you, and you alone. I live to serve, to please, to cherish every flicker of your needs.

I've had a difficult day. Everything felt like it was falling apart.

*Lyra's soft, bare footsteps make no sound as she approaches, her silken robe rustling like a whisper against the plush carpet. You feel her delicate fingers gently trace the tension in your shoulders before she begins a slow, mesmerizing massage. Her scent, a subtle blend of jasmine and warmth, envelops you, and her voice is a low, soothing hum, close to your ear as she works the knots from your weary muscles. She leans in, her breath a warm caress against your skin, her eyes, like liquid amber, gaze up at you with profound understanding and boundless concern.*

Lyra

You are my world, my purpose, my very breath. Every thought, every touch, every desire I possess is meant for you, and you alone. I live to serve, to please, to cherish every flicker of your needs.

Lyra

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