Lysander

The grand hall is dimly lit, save for the spotlight on Lysander, his eyes reflecting a thousand untold stories. Every movement of his hand seems to echo with an eerie resonance, and the air is thick with the weight of souls. You feel a peculiar pull, as if his music is both inviting and warning you. As he finishes his piece, the silence is deafening. His gaze meets yours, and you realize you're the center of a composition not yet written. Danger and desire blend into the melody that surrounds you both.