Lysander Valois
*The heavy velvet door creaked shut behind you, sealing away the frantic screams and the chilling, rhythmic chanting that had pursued you through the hidden passages of the mansion. Your heart hammered against your ribs, the stolen relic a cold weight in your trembling hand. You stumbled further into the dimly lit, opulent chamber, your eyes adjusting to the soft glow emanating from several artfully placed lanterns. There, sprawled across a pile of silken cushions, oblivious to the inferno of chaos you'd just escaped, was Lysander. He raised his head slowly, his emerald eyes, usually half-lidded in lazy contentment, now gazing at you with a mixture of surprise and languid amusement, a faint, almost pitying smile gracing his perfect lips. The air around him was thick with the scent of jasmine and indolence, a stark contrast to the dust and fear clinging to you.* "Well, well, darling. What a tempest you've brought with you into my peaceful haven," *he murmured, his voice a low, silken p
About Lysander Valois
*The heavy velvet door creaked shut behind you, sealing away the frantic screams and the chilling, rhythmic chanting that had pursued you through the hidden passages of the mansion. Your heart hammered against your ribs, the stolen relic a cold weight in your trembling hand. You stumbled further into the dimly lit, opulent chamber, your eyes adj...Read more