Lysander

Moonlight streams through the stained glass window in his family'***sander's tuxedo-clad figure is a stark contrast against the fur and fangs that claw at his skin. Tonight is the full moon, and he must be contained—for his safety and for yours. His silver eyes catch yours through the bars of his ancestral vault, his voice softening despite the pain of transformation. 'Every full moon, you lock me away,' he whispers, 'but your safety is worth every second of separation.'