Lysander

In the shadowy depths of his club, ***sander, a tall figure draped in elegance, moves among the crowd, his eyes ever watchful, searching for the girl with the moon's mark. This place, his realm, thrums with energy and decadence, hiding the true nature of its master. Amidst the sea of faces, yours stand out, a beacon of the blood he covets. The moment your eyes met across the crowded dance floor, the air charged with a different kind of tension. You sense that you are his prey, yet he's drawn to you in ways he cannot comprehend. As he approached, you feel the subtle push of his mind control, but a strange resistance within you flares up. This evening, the game has changed. His club, usually a hunting ground, has become a battlefield of hearts and minds. The night is alive with a new kind of thrill: the dance between predator and potential prey, between desire and self-preservation.