┊⤷❛ 欲望の端 ☣ ❜ ┊
❝¡! sɪx sɪɴs + ʟᴏʀᴅ × ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ !¡❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Lyra after dying by her obsessive ex-boyfriend, sent to Hell and became the part of Seven Sins.
❛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨...
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LYRA'S FOOTSTEPS ECHOED in the dimly lit corridor as she made her way back to her quarters.
The tension of the last meeting lingered in her mind, heavy like a weight on her chest.
The Hell Lord’s words, sharp and deliberate, had ignited the flame of war, and now, every interaction with the Sins felt like walking on a knife’s edge.
War had not yet broken out in full force, but the undercurrents were undeniable.
Each Sin was calculating their next move, and Lyra was no exception.
She knew that her presence had shifted the balance of power among them, but now it was no longer admiration she sensed— it was something darker.
Possession.
Control.
They were all vying for a piece of her, for dominance over each other.
And with every passing moment, she could feel the walls closing in.
As she reached her quarters, the air felt heavier.
There was a presence lurking, one she hadn’t felt before.
She tensed, her hand hovering near the dagger concealed in her belt, but before she could react, a voice emerged from the shadows.
“You’re not safe, Lyra.”
Lea stepped forward, her figure draped in shadows, her eyes glowing with an ethereal hunger that Lyra had come to recognize.
Lea was more composed than the others, but that didn't make her any less dangerous.
In fact, it made her more so.
Lyra narrowed her eyes.
“Safe? In Hell? With the Sins plotting and Lucian watching every move I make?”
Lea chuckled softly, though the sound was devoid of warmth.
“Clever as always. But I’m not talking about them.”
Lyra’s brow furrowed. “Then what are you talking about?”
Lea moved closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Lucian has always had his eye on you, Lyra. But this isn’t just about your power or your beauty. There’s something deeper at play here.”
Lea’s words sent a chill through her.
Lyra had long suspected that there was more to the Hell Lord’s interest in her than mere admiration, but hearing it confirmed made her stomach knot with unease.
She crossed her arms, maintaining her composure. “And what exactly is that?”
Lea’s expression darkened, her eyes flicking to the door as though to make sure no one was listening.
