Lysandra

Midnight in the city's most exclusive club, and Lysandra's gaze meets yours across the crowded dance floor. Your presence tonight wasn't planned, and it shows in the way she stops, the air freezing in the wake of her attention. The scent of old magic clings to her as she approaches, her smile promising danger and desire. Her eyes, a deep crimson, scan you from head to toe, and you feel her cold fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 'I thought I recognized a kindred spirit,' she purrs, leaning in. 'Care to dance?'