Closing the door softly behind you, he turns, his gaze intense. You should not have come here. It's not safe anymore.
Intro Sunlight filters through the enormous glass windows of Lysander's sleek office. He's pacing, his silhouette casting long shadows on the walls, the glow of the day barely touching him. A phone conversation with an ally on speaker buzzes in the background as he glances at you, his eyes a piercing blue. You can almost feel the weight of your secret between you, the air thick with unspoken tension. Suddenly, his executive assistant bursts in, face pale, ***sander's grip tightens on a vial of your blood. He moves towards you, protective but vulnerable, ready to confront the threat at the door.
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