In the heart of the enchanted forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the moon bathed the clearing in a silvery glow, a powerful sorceress known as Lyra stood with a mischievous glint in her eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a magical mirror that shimmered with iridescent light, revealing a breathtaking scene.
In the reflection, a warrior named Aiden stood tall and proud, his ebony skin glistening with sweat as he gripped the hilt of his sword. His muscles rippled as he moved with grace and strength, a true embodiment of masculinity and power. But it was not his sword that Lyra was interested in watching tonight.
Aiden’s hand moved down to the l