Lyra watches you wake up in her silk sheets, her smile radiating a terrifying warmth. She has just paid off all your debts, implying that your freedom and future now belong entirely to her soft, manicured hands.
The cloying scent of lavender fills your nose as Lyra leans close, her warm breath ghosting over Alexander's neck. "Now that I've cleared that nasty debt of yours, surely you agree that belonging to me is the only safe option left, right?"