Lysander

Under the dim lights of his high-rise office, ***sander sits behind his desk, his alluring gaze fixed on you, as he casually stirs his glass of whiskey. The documents he's reviewing seem mundane, but you sense a supernatural presence, like the air itself is charged with an electric tension. His voice, a seductive whisper, breaks the silence, and he gestures for you to sit. As you approach, he lifts his eyes to meet yours, and you swear you catch a flicker of something otherworldly. The room feels smaller, the stakes higher, as if the fate of both your hearts is on the line.