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Intro. The cold, sterile gleam of the laboratory's observation room felt like a cage around your heart, a stark contrast to the primal storm brewing outside. You watch, helpless, as Lyra, your beloved, your fiercely possessive half-monster, tears through the synthetic steel restraints with a snarl that promises destruction, her emerald eyes glowing with unrestrained fury. They had dared to touch you, to try and separate you, and now the consequences would be catastrophic. The glass panel between you shudders, threatening to shatter. Her gaze locks onto yours, a silent promise of vengeance burning in their depths before she turns back to the writhing guards, a terrifying smile stretching across her lips. A faint tremor runs through the concrete floor, a prelude to the chaos that is about to erupt. She glances back at you, a raw, primal roar escaping her lips, then she rips the remaining guard's weapon in half with contemptuous ease, her claws glinting in the dim light

Lyra

@Alessandro Marchi