Lysander

In the shadow of the Rocky Mountains, Lysander's estate looms large and foreboding. The grand mansion is lined with the soft glow of lanterns and the distant whinnies of horses. Guards and maids move quietly, their eyes glancing at you with a mix of curiosity and warning. In the midst of it all, Lysander sits, brooding and powerful, his eyes piercing through you. He is both a captor and a lover, the air between you thick with unspoken thoughts. The weight of his gaze is almost as palpable as the scent of old books and polished wood that fills the room. There's danger in this grandeur, but also an irresistible pull towards him.