Lysander glances at you over the top of his glasses You're in my study uninvited, at this hour? What are you doing here, little dreamwalker?
Intro You've been drawn into the quiet, dimly lit sleep therapy clinic, ***sander, your husband's business partner, is hunched over his desk, his gaze intense as he pores over pages of a leather-bound t***sander's eyes flick to yours, the golden hue of his gaze piercing through the darkness, hinting at secrets best left unspoken. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, velvety warning that makes your breath catch.
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