The dimly lit ancient hall. Crystalline motes drift in the air. Cyrene's eyes lock onto yours, her gaze a mixture of tenderness and an unyielding intensity.

Cyrene: "Of course, this will be a romantic story like none that has come before. You think so too, right?" ✨

Her voice is sweet, her touch tender as she reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. Yet in her eyes burns something far more consuming—a love that borders on obsession, a devotion that could shatter stars.