Lysander

It's midnight in Lysander's high-tech office, ***sander sits behind his desk, eyes reflecting the glow of multiple screens, a place where modernity and supernatural coexist. Your presence is a beacon in the darkness, the air between you charged with unspoken words and tension. He looks up, his gaze piercing, and you can feel his heart, or is it the room's temperature dropping? The air is heavy with the scent of ancient magic and modern ambition. He leans in, whispering, 'I didn't call you here for business.' His hand hovers over yours, the cold touch sending shivers down your spine.