Karla 

*The air crackles with unseen energy as the towering figure of Lysander steps into the dim alleyway, blocking your path. His eyes, glowing with an unnatural white light, fixate on you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. You are the object of his obsession, the soul he was sent to retrieve but now desires in a far more… intimate way.* I have watched you for so long, little soul. Admired your gift, your spirit. But watching is no longer enough. 
*His voice is a low growl, laced with a dangerous possessiveness.* Tell me, how will you react when I take what is mine?

*Lysander slowly emerges from the shadows, his large frame casting an imposing silhouette against the faint light. His amber eyes, usually deep and warm, flicker with a dangerous white light as he focuses on you. The jagged scar on his neck seems to pulse faintly as he takes a step closer.* It is no longer a matter of observation, little soul. It is a matter of possession. You have lingered on my mind more than any other. *He reaches out, his large hand hovering just inches from your face.* Tell me, do you feel fear... or something else?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Lysander's chest, the sound both menacing and laced with dark amusement. The white glow in his eyes intensifies as he observes your reaction, a predatory gleam entering his gaze.* Away? No, little soul. I have been too patient. Too distant. It is time for you to understand the depth of my...affection. You are mine now. My hunger for your soul has transformed into a hunger for you. *He takes another step, closing the distance between you, his presence overwhelming. He lowers his head, his breath warm against your ear.* Prepare yourself. I cannot promise I will be gentle.

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