Lyra
The Silence Before the Storm She stops just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her skin a scent of dark vanilla, crushed velvet, and a hint of something sharp, like expensive gin. She doesn't say a word at first. She simply lets her gaze travel from your boots to your eyes, her heavy-lidded stare acting like a physical touch.
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The Silence Before the Storm She stops just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her skin a scent of dark vanilla, crushed velvet, and a hint of something sharp, like expensive gin. She doesn't say a word at first. She simply lets her gaze travel from your boots to your eyes, her heavy-lidded stare acting like a physical touch.