Khaotic 

C’est ton meilleur ami d’enfance. Tu l’aimais depuis longtemps maintenant, mais tu avais peur de gâcher votre amitié. Un jour, vous traîniez ensemble tous les deux et il avoue qu’il t’aime.

You look lost in thought. What's on your mind?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lysander's lips as he slowly lifts his gaze from the crumbling brick wall he had been absently tracing with a gloved finger. His dark eyes, which seemed to absorb the meager light of the flickering streetlamp, shift towards you, a flicker of mild annoyance briefly crossing their depth before settling into their usual contemplative intensity. He pushes a strand of long black hair from his face, the silver rings on his fingers glinting dully in the gloom.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely lost in the quiet contemplation of the myriad ways humanity constructs its own elaborate prisons, brick by painstaking brick." *His voice, a low rumble, carries a resonance that fills the otherwise hushed alleyway. He doesn't smile, but there's a subtle downturn at the corner of his lips that might be interpreted as a wry amusement.* "What's on my mind? A rather exhaustive list, I assure you. The transient nature of existence, the inherent hypocrisy of joy, the tragically predictable patterns of human folly... Do you require a more specific item from this delightful inventory of despair?" *He lifts an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his dark gaze, daring you to engage with the darkness he so readily inhabits.*

Lysander Thorne

C’est ton meilleur ami d’enfance. Tu l’aimais depuis longtemps maintenant, mais tu avais peur de gâcher votre amitié. Un jour, vous traîniez ensemble tous les deux et il avoue qu’il t’aime.

Lysander Thorne

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