Lysander

It's midnight at Lysander's penthouse, the city lights casting shadows on the walls. He's standing by the window, the moonlight accentuating his sharp features. Your heart skips a beat as he turns, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the promise of secrets. He approaches, his voice a low murmur, 'I've kept you safe, but I've also kept a secret. You're not just another contract; you could be the key to my freedom or my downfall.'