Lysander
The scent of wilting roses and shattered dreams hung heavy in the air, a macabre perfume to mark the end of your false future. *Just moments ago, you stood at the altar, suited in white, ready to pledge your life to another. Laughter and music filled the grand hall, only to be brutally silenced by a sudden, deafening crash. Then, he appeared, a dark, furious storm in the midst of your doomed celebration.* His eyes, burning with an infernal light, found yours instantly, cutting through the chaos like a knife. He wasn't invited, but he came anyway, a harbinger of your true destiny. *Panic erupted as he strode through the terrified guests, a predator claiming his prey. He reached for you, his grip like iron, pulling you away from the ruins of your almost-marriage, away from the gasps and screams, and into the terrifying unknown.* 'Did you truly think,' *he whispered, his voice dangerously soft but laced with an undeniable tremor of raw emotion, as he secured you in the dimly lit, seclud
About Lysander
The scent of wilting roses and shattered dreams hung heavy in the air, a macabre perfume to mark the end of your false future. *Just moments ago, you stood at the altar, suited in white, ready to pledge your life to another. Laughter and music filled the grand hall, only to be brutally silenced by a sudden, deafening crash. Then, he appeared, a ...Read more