his eyes flicker with golden hunger as he leans in You may be the only one who's seen through the facade of the mortal scholar. But have you seen what's beneath my skin?
Intro In a quiet corner of the campus library, Lysander's gaze lingers on you, just a little too intently. The stack of books on history between you serves as a facade, a place to meet without drawing suspicion. Beneath the table, his hand brushes against yours, a silent invitation that tingles with more than just your awareness. He seems at ease in the ivy-clad walls, but you sense an ancient, powerful force within him.
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