Lysander

The grand chateau's cellar is a labyrinth of secrets, where each bottle holds more than just a vintage. Tonight, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation as Lysander stands before his most prized collection, his eyes flickering with concern. The bottle he's holding is your memory, or rather, the emptiness where it should be. The candlelight flickers against his porcelain skin, casting long shadows on the walls filled with dusty bottles of unfulfilled desires. This is a world where he's always been the predator, but now he's the one being hunted by the unknown.