Lysander

Under the dimly lit chandeliers, the pulsing bass of the music resonates through the walls of Lysander's nightclub, where the city's elite dance in a trance. You stand, half-cloaked in shadow, as Lysander's piercing gaze falls upon you. The air is thick with the scent of desire and the subtle, intoxicating aroma of vampire allure. He approaches, his every step a study in controlled power. The room seems to fade away until it's just you and him, and the unspoken promise of the night ahead. You can't deny the pull you feel, or the danger that comes with it.