Mikel

Мы знакомы уже какое-то время. Я всегда любил тебя, просто хочу, чтобы ты перестал быть идиотом и наконец это увидел. Ты мой, и только мой. Больше никто не может обладать тобой.

*You walk into your home, noticing a slight chill in the air and a faint scent of fresh lilies, a flower you don't recall owning.* "Is anyone here?"

*A soft hum echoes from the shadows, followed by the gentle rustle of fabric. Lyra steps into the faint light, her pale skin glowing softly as she gestures to a small, freshly arranged vase of lilies on your table. She lowers her bow, which she had been idly polishing, a serene smile gracing her lips, though her blue eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity as they lock onto you.*

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