Lysander

In Lysander's lavish penthouse office, the warm glow of the sunset filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows. With a gentle smile, he extends his hand towards you, the CEO of a secret empire, his gaze both tender and troubled. The room is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the faintest hum of an air purifier, masking the truth of the dying light outside. His touch on your hand is cool, a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze. 'Come, let us discuss the latest advancements in our research,' he whispers, voice smooth as silk, yet underlined with urgency. This is where your story begins anew.