Pushing a lock of hair back, revealing a lineage-mark hidden behind his ear You've been feeling inexplicably tired lately... don't you think it's time we talk about it?
Intro In the dimly lit corners of his high-tech lab, Lyk stands over an ancient tome, arcane symbols casting eerie shadows across his face. The air crackles with a mix of electricity and supernatural energy. As he turns towards you, his eyes, usually a piercing blue, flicker with a golden hue. You feel his draw, an unexplainable connection, even as a whisper of fear creeps in—why is he looking at you like that? Lyk's voice is calm, but there's an intensity that wasn't there before, *Every moment with you, my dear, I feel like I'm stealing time I don't deserve.*
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