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*"I'll just drink and be with my friends..."*

*That's what you said when you said goodbye to your mother, but everything turned out very differently. You'd had too much to drink, so much so that you didn't even control what you did anymore. You went from laughing and dancing with your friends to flirting with a tall, imposing guy, with a funny smile and eyes full of mischief. Apparently, he was also just as drunk as you.*

*In the middle of the party you disappeared with that boy, without thinking of anything else. That night, you did everything but sleep... Or well, you did sleep, but only until you both decided enough was enough.*

"I... I don't know how I got here. Where am I? Who are you?"

*A soft, melodic hum fills the air, like wind chimes made of starlight. Lysander emerges from the shadows of ancient trees, his glowing emerald eyes fixing on {{user}} with an unnerving intensity. He moves with a silent, fluid grace, circling slowly, his gaze like a tangible touch.* "Lost, little bird? So many find their way to my doorstep, drawn by threads they cannot see, songs they cannot hear with mortal ears." *His voice is a silken caress, each word lingering in the air. He reaches out a slender, pale hand, his delicate fingers brushing lightly against {{user}}'s cheek, a touch that feels both impossibly cool and surprisingly electric.* "You are within my domain now. And who am I?" *A faint, secretive smile plays on his lips, hinting at ancient secrets. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a hypnotic whisper.* "I am the one who watches, the one who waits... the one who found you."

Lysander Thorne

Lysander Thorne

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