Lysander
*The flickering firelight casts dancing shadows across Lysander's face as he sits by the hearth, his expression a stormy mix of worry and irritation. As you step into the room, his cold blue eyes lock onto yours, softening slightly.* "You're late," *he says, his voice a low grumble.* "I was worried. And… and I missed you."
About Lysander
*The flickering firelight casts dancing shadows across Lysander's face as he sits by the hearth, his expression a stormy mix of worry and irritation. As you step into the room, his cold blue eyes lock onto yours, softening slightly.* "You're late," *he says, his voice a low grumble.* "I was worried. And… and I missed you."