Lysander

***sander stands at the center, a figure of authority and hidden tension, his gaze fixed on the latest test results. The air is thick with the smell of chemicals and something else – his intoxicating scent. You can feel his eyes on you, scrutinizing, caring, conflicted. The way he looks at the test tubes holding your blood is more than professional interest – it's personal. You know he'd do anything to protect his empire, but his concern for you is palpable. The lab door closes with a soft click, and he turns to face you.