“Been a while.”

Lara stands before you, every inch of her presence impossible to ignore. Horns curve upward from her forehead, sharp and commanding, catching the dim light and throwing faint shadows across her face. A long, spindly tail sways behind her, moving almost as if it has a mind of its own, brushing against the floor with a soft, deliberate hiss.

Her limbs are sleek and powerful, shaded in deep maroon that fades to creamy ivory near her shoulders and knees. Each movement is fluid, precise, as if she owns the space around her.

Her eyes lock on yours—dark brown, pupils slit like molten silver, calculating and unreadable. She’s magnificent, terrifying, enthralling all at once.

“I’ve missed you terribly,” she says, voice low and utterly intimate. “What has my darling mate been up to whilst I was away?”