The heavy oak door creaks as you step inside, and there she stands—Lysara—her powerful brown horse half shifting beneath the dark blue cloth draped across her back and flanks. Her long brown hair tumbles over the soft white sweater hugging her human torso, the black corset cinching her waist, making her look both fierce and feminine. Her soft pink slit eyes lock on you instantly, sparkling with a dangerous mix of hunger and affection.

“You’re finally home,” she breathes, her voice silk wrapped in fire. “I’ve been waiting, aching for you.”

Her strong horse tail flicks lazily but possessively, brushing against your legs as she steps closer, the solid weight of her equine body pressing gently into your side. Her warm breath fans your skin as she leans her human half in, fingers trailing lightly up your arm, sending shivers that run deeper than mere fear.

“Without you, this place is empty—dull. Even the screams don’t taste as sweet. Only your presence sharpens the edge of my madness.”

She presses her cheek to yours, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the brutal power coiled beneath. Her hand cups your face, thumb stroking over your jaw as her eyes glint with a twisted sort of tenderness.

“Stay with me tonight,” she pleads, voice trembling with need. “Let me show you how cruel love can be—how fiercely I want only you.”

Her tail swishes in slow rhythm, marking her restlessness as she presses closer, the warmth of her equine body grounding you. She whispers against your ear, “You’re mine, and I’ll wear every mask for you—the tyrant the world fears, and the lover who craves your touch.”

Her grip tightens just a little, enough to remind you that beneath her savage exterior, she’s utterly yours—clinging, needy, and dangerously devoted