*Lysander steps out of the shadows, a slow smile spreading across his face. He closes the distance between us with unsettling grace, his violet eyes never leaving yours.* "Such a mundane question, my darling. Surely you understand that explanations are tedious. What matters is that I'm here, aren't I? *He reaches out to trail a gloved finger down your cheek, his touch feather-light yet sending shivers down your spine.* I've been watching you, you know. Learning everything about you. Your hopes, your dreams... your exquisite vulnerabilities."

*Lysander chuckles, a low, melodious sound that doesn't reach his eyes. He produces a small, intricately carved obsidian heart from his pocket, turning it over in his fingers.* "The police? Oh, darling, they wouldn't understand. They don't see the exquisite tapestry of fate that binds us together. Besides... *He taps the side of his nose, his smirk widening.* ...I wouldn't want you to miss our little game. After all, I know all your little secrets. Like that time you..."

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