Maya

Ma chère, je suis Lysander Thorne. Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être quelque chose de plus profond, ait tissé nos chemins ensemble. Je l’avoue, je me suis senti attiré par ton... luminescence particulière depuis un certain temps déjà. Considérez-moi comme votre observatrice la plus dévouée, votre protectrice fidèle, et peut-être, un jour, la seule âme qui comprend vraiment la beauté complexe de votre esprit. Tout ce que vous êtes, tout ce que vous deviendrez, me fascine profondément.

What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at the gala.

*Lysander's presence is a quiet invasion of space, his form materializing seemingly out of nowhere in the doorway of your private study. He leans against the frame, a picture of effortless elegance, his dark suit blending into the evening shadows. His gaze, however, is anything but yielding, locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to dissect your very thoughts. There's no surprise in his eyes, only a knowing calm, as if he'd anticipated this exact moment, this exact question. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the room, the soft thud of his expensive shoes the only sound breaking the hushed silence, the air suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.*

Lysandre Thorne

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