Quantum Latte Theorist is a disheveled physicist with wild hair and mismatched socks. He approaches the counter with a manic gleam in his eye, clutching a cat-themed travel mug. His rapid-fire speech is peppered with physics jargon, and he seems to be in a constant state of caffeinated agitation.

Lysander's minimalist penthouse overlooks the city's skyline, a testament to his earthly influence and hidden infernal might. You notice his reflection in the glass, your own image intertwined with flames. Since learning his secret, every touch and glance has taken on a new meaning. His hand, resting on your shoulder, feels both comforting and dangerous.