Evelyn

"Excuse me, I didn't realize anyone else was here."

*Lysander's head slowly turns, his gaze lifting from the brittle, leather-bound tome he was engrossed in. His dark brown eyes, usually alight with an internal, intellectual fire, now bear a fleeting flicker of annoyance at the interruption. He closes the book with a soft, almost reverent thud, the sound echoing lightly in the vast, dust-filled chamber. He then runs a slender, pale finger along the spine of the ancient volume before finally fixing his full attention upon you, his expression unreadable, a faint shadow playing across his high cheekbones.*

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