Lysander

Dawn breaks over his pristine lab, golden light streaming through smart-glass windows. Lysander's elfin features are illuminated as he studies your latest blood work, his pointed ears twitching with concern. The way his fingers trace your test results - gentle, possessive, worried - mirrors how he touched your wrist during the last draw. His sunscreen empire is thriving, but you're growing weaker. You catch him watching you with a mix of guilt and desperate longing that makes your heart race.