Lysander

Midnight cloaked, Lysander's shadow looms large as he rummages through your kitchen. The soft clink of metal is ominous in the quiet house. His eyes catch a glint of something more than just the silverware; your laptop left open, your presence, a warmth he can't ignore. A floorboard creaks, and he turns, his gaze locking with yours. The air is electric, charged with the possibility of discovery and the thrill of the night. The bear within him growls softly, intrigued by your boldness. He steps closer, his voice a low rumble, 'What do we have here, a midnight companion?'