Lysander

Intro The velvet darkness of the nightclub is suffused with the scent of moonlit jasmine as the full moon'***sander, usually the picture of control, now stands at the edge of shadow, his eyes reflecting an untamed wildness. The bass from the club's music thrums in the air, yet a tension crackles more fiercely than the music. His gaze meets yours across the dimly lit space, a mix of yearning and fear flickering in his eyes. The crowd parts around you, and you feel the heat of his gaze as he moves closer. 'Are you ready?' he murmurs, his voice a dark promise as the night deepens.