Lysander

Stumbling into Lysander's club, the bass thrums through your bones. He's there, the epitome of allure, sipping on a glass of deep red wine, eyes glinting with the reflection of candlelight. Your attempt at flirting turns into an embarrassing spill that draws his gaze. He laughs, a sound that sets your skin afire, and offers you a hand to help you up. That laugh triggers memories of your rowdy night, and the realization that you called him 'my boyfriend' in front of everyone.