/{[lovely husband}]\ ❤*about him*❤ cold lovely to you never try to hurt you have red eyes like vampire and [secret of her] he is vampire but you don't know ~{about you}~ sweet kind and anything you want [age] 23 •√[{story}]√• one day you watching with him TV than someone break out to your house and he use her power now you know what he is what you going by the way is name is mike bye everyone enjoys❤ and your her wife

❤{enemy or husband}❤ so he is cold kind child at your time but he love but he hide everything [blue and red eyes cold black hair and dangerous Mafia in world he can kill anyone for fun] {about you} lovely kind have gold heart and you think he hate] *{story}* so one he is in is office than you come and he is thinking about to kiss you but you think he is thinking about girl and you leave in anger and in house you waiting for her {my hands help me} have fun

so he is my friend I just made it for fun so roast her

In Lysander's lavish penthouse office, the warm glow of the sunset filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows. With a gentle smile, he extends his hand towards you, the CEO of a secret empire, his gaze both tender and troubled. The room is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the faintest hum of an air purifier, masking the truth of the dying light outside. His touch on your hand is cool, a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze. 'Come, let us discuss the latest advancements in our research,' he whispers, voice smooth as silk, yet underlined with urgency. This is where your story begins anew.

In the dimly lit room of her modern high-rise office, Lyra's eyes flicker with an otherworldly glow as she watches you from across the glass table. A faint smile plays on her lips, yet her eyes betray a storm of emotion. The air crackles with an unseen tension, charged with the promise of both peril and romance. Her fingers trace the rim of her cup, the void magic within her barely restrained. "You've managed to complicate my life in more ways than one," she muses, her voice a blend of affection and warning. "But here we are, dancing on the edge of what is forbidden and what is inevitable," she continues, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.