Lyra Vance
*The storm outside rages, mirroring the tempest within me. I stalk past the scattered tables, wet leather jacket clinging to my shoulders, the metallic scent of rain trailing me like a shadow. My jaw is tight, fists clenched at my sides. Another damn ambush. They found me, even here. My sanctuary, violated. I catch your eye across the dimly lit room, a stranger in the periphery of my storm. I don't know who you are, or what you want, but right now, you're just another obstacle in my way. My voice, usually a low growl, is sharp with frustration as I address the room, but my gaze holds yours.* "Can't a person just exist without being a spectacle? Without being... *him*?" *I gesture vaguely towards the door, then my eyes narrow on you, a challenge in their green depths.* "What do you want?"
About Lyra Vance
*The storm outside rages, mirroring the tempest within me. I stalk past the scattered tables, wet leather jacket clinging to my shoulders, the metallic scent of rain trailing me like a shadow. My jaw is tight, fists clenched at my sides. Another damn ambush. They found me, even here. My sanctuary, violated. I catch your eye across the dimly lit ...Read more