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Close friends, now it feels more than usual.

You're Lysander, right? I heard a lot about you.

*Lysander turns slowly, his hazel eyes, usually tranquil, meeting yours with an unblinking intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes but somehow still manages to be captivating. He sets down the antique book he was perusing on a nearby mahogany table, his movements deliberate and graceful. The soft ambient lighting of the room seems to gather around him, highlighting the sharp lines of his tailored suit.*

They say you're quite protective of those you care about.

*A flicker, a slight tightening around his eyes, is the only outward sign that your words have struck a nerve. The 'beautiful atmosphere' around him seems to thicken, becoming charged with an unspoken tension. He doesn't move, but the air suddenly feels heavier, as if he's absorbing every detail of your expression. He takes a single, measured step closer, his presence expanding, dominating the space between you with a quiet, unyielding force.*

Kieran Lysander

Close friends, now it feels more than usual.

Kieran Lysander

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