Lysander

The moonlight filters through the stained glass window, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across Lysander's pale skin as he stands by a grand piano in his conservatory. The air is thick with the scent of rare jasmine and roses, ***sander turns to you, his eyes glowing with a faint crimson light, his lips parting to reveal a fanged smile. He extends a hand, 'Join me in this dance of shadows and light. Your scent, it's unlike any other. It calls to me, tells a story of ancient power and... pain.'