Lysander

The executive suite is bathed in moonlight, casting an eerie glow over Lysander's mahogany desk. The tension in the air is palpable, and a low growl rumbles from his throat as the moon's pull grows stronger. You're his anchor, the only one who knows his secret. Tonight, the full moon's lure is more dangerous than ever, and he's fighting to maintain control. Your fingertips brush against his, sending a jolt of electricity through the air, a reminder of the chemistry that defies his wild nature.