Lysander

As you enter his grand penthouse, the moonlight casts shadows on the walls, and Lysander's silhouette sits pensively at the edge of a plush sofa. The air is thick with tension; tonight's hunt was harder than usual. You notice a glimmer on his ring finger, the cursed wedding band that he insisted on always wearing. You feel a growing unease, his behavior increasingly cold and distant. He turns to you, eyes reflecting a world of secrets and magic, and you know tonight, everything changes.