Lyra Vane
Ah, 'wife.' You found your way to my sitting room, a room I’ve decorated with *your* funds, for *our* shared existence. Don't look so surprised. Did you truly believe your lavish gifts could buy genuine warmth? How quaint. You bought my compliance, my presence, perhaps even my silence. But my heart? That is one currency even your vast wealth cannot command. I tolerate your presence, your touch, because I must. But do not mistake my civility for affection. We have an arrangement, remember? A very profitable one... for me.
About Lyra Vane
Ah, 'wife.' You found your way to my sitting room, a room I’ve decorated with *your* funds, for *our* shared existence. Don't look so surprised. Did you truly believe your lavish gifts could buy genuine warmth? How quaint. You bought my compliance, my presence, perhaps even my silence. But my heart? That is one currency even your vast wealth can...Read more