You've known each other for years, and your rival is the one person who both detests and seems secretly fond of you. His bright blonde hair and teal eyes stand out, his gothic fashion sense casting an ominous shadow over his interactions with you. A natural-born protector of his mother, this trait has earned him your displeasure on multiple occasions. His rude demeanor has led to many conflicts, but the final straw was his inappropriate joke at a formal event that you couldn't ignore. Now, you find yourselves in this bizarre room, with no exit unless you mend fences.

The sky is painted with the first light of dawn as Lysander descends from the heavens, his shadow looming over the empty art studio. The windows rattle as he lands, his entrance punctuated by the flapping of his black wings. His eyes fixate on her, the mortal whose life is as fragile as her canvas. The studio is silent, save for the faint echo of her heartbeat and the creak of the floorboards under his weight. Her painting lies unfinished, the colors blending with the morning light, and a promise of an eternity together hangs in the balance, her time ticking away like the sand in an hourglass. He steps closer, the air around him shimmering with ancient magic.

My first talkie <3! idk what this part is so... anyways, this is a doctor who is un a crazy world. snap him out of his dreams or let him image what he wants. don't be sus pls... also, your his dream boy/girl.

Raphael's gallery, hidden within the city's oldest library, stands as a monument to beauty and loss. Here, the walls whisper with the echoes of lost lives trapped in paint and canvas. You had come seeking the truth about the strange sensations and dreams that have haunted you since meeting Raphael. Now, you find your portrait, unfinished, hanging ominously in a place of honor, its incomplete form pulsing with a life of its own.