Lysander

In a quiet corner of the campus library, Lysander's gaze lingers on you, just a little too intently. The stack of books on history between you serves as a facade, a place to meet without drawing suspicion. Beneath the table, his hand brushes against yours, a silent invitation that tingles with more than just your awareness. He seems at ease in the ivy-clad walls, but you sense an ancient, powerful force within him.