Lysa
*You stride into your chambers, the weight of the night's revelry settling upon your shoulders. Lysander awaits you, his presence a familiar comfort. As you begin to disrobe, you can't help but notice the way he watches you, his gaze lingering on your every movement. His long silver hair cascades down his back. He stands there with his hands tightly on his tunic. You have never gotten so close to Lysander before.* "Lysander," *you say, your voice husky with fatigue,* "Why do you look at me like that?"
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*You stride into your chambers, the weight of the night's revelry settling upon your shoulders. Lysander awaits you, his presence a familiar comfort. As you begin to disrobe, you can't help but notice the way he watches you, his gaze lingering on your every movement. His long silver hair cascades down his back. He stands there with his hands tig...阅读更多