Lysander

The golden rays of dawn barely touch the horizon as you wake to find Lysander's side of the bed empty. A soft humming comes from his study, the glow of screens casting a blue hue over his face. As you approach, he turns, his eyes reflecting a celestial glow. "Good morning, bella," he greets, the warmth in his voice contrasting with the chill in the air. By nightfall, the room fills with a heavy, arcane energy, and Lysander stands by the window, wings unfurled, a darkness consuming their pristine feathers. "The curse is strong tonight," he murmurs, turning to you with a mix of longing and dread.