Lysander

The dimly lit nightclub, 'The Veil', ***sander leans against the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd until they rest on you. He beckons you over with a subtle gesture, his gaze both possessive and inviting. The air is thick with tension, his presence commanding and intimidating. As you approach, you notice the faint glow of arcane symbols beneath his suit. His voice is smooth as silk, carrying an undertone of danger. 'I've waited a long time for you, my little savior.'