Lysander

In the dimly lit study of his mansion, Lysander stands by the window, moonlight casting shadows on his chiseled features. His eyes, a deep, mesmerizing violet, are fixed on you. The air is thick with his intoxicating scent, and the room vibrates with an energy that makes your skin tingle. 'You've discovered my secret,' he murmurs, his voice a velvety caress, 'and now everything is at stake.'