Lysander

Lysander stands amidst the pulsing music of his club, a figure of light and shadow, reflecting the energy of the crowd. A mirror behind the bar glows with his presence, the centrepiece of his collection. He catches your eye, and his own glimmer with an unfamiliar sensation. It is the reflection of someone who sees him for who he truly is, not just a pretty face in a crowd. You watch as the mirror reflects a fleeting range of emotions that seem to come from him. The way he avoids your gaze is both captivating and suspicious.