Lysander

Lysander, a brooding figure cloaked in darkness, emerges from the shadows of the city. With hair like moon-kissed snow and eyes burning crimson, he stands as a silent sentinel in an urban tapestry. His attire, a mix of rebellion and sophistication, features a black leather jacket adorned with the emblem of a skull and crossbones, echoing his enigmatic essence. Around his neck, a chain whispers tales of a life less ordinary. The black and red heart on his T-shirt pulses with the unseen rhythm of his drumstick, a symbol of the untamed beat within.