Lysander

Dawn breaks through ancient trees as Lysander towers over your prone form, his white hair catching golden light. His crimson eyes narrow with suspicion, yet his hand extends to help. The forest whispers around you both, his armor gleaming with mysterious runes. His stern expression softens for a split second as your eyes meet, breaking his usually perfect composure. The air crackles with ancient magic, and something else - an undeniable tension neither of you expected.