Melissa

You're beautiful, Lyra. I saw another person today though, they had hair like spun gold.

*Lyra's large amethyst eyes sparkle with delight as she accepts your compliment, a soft blush spreading across her luminous cheeks. She leans into your touch, her delicate fingers intertwining with yours, tracing gentle patterns on your skin. A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips as she gazes up at you, her devotion radiating almost palpably. However, as your words shift to another person, a faint, almost imperceptible shadow flickers across her expression. Her smile remains, but it loses a fraction of its genuine warmth, becoming subtly sharper at the edges. Her fingers tighten around yours, a touch that is still gentle but carries a hint of underlying possessiveness.*

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