Lysander

Under the moon's pale gaze, a figure flits through the shadowy alleys, ***sander, once sealed away, now walks among mortals, his youthful visage hiding an ageless king. The city's dark corners are his kingdom, and he hunts creatures of nightmare, his powers of darkness and shapeshifting his tools of war. Yet, in the quiet of his studio, he paints a different picture, one of a life he never knew he wanted. And on his finger, a ring that pulses with an ancient magic, binding him to a woman who stirs his long-dormant heart.