Lyk

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.*