Lilith

*A soft blush, as delicate as the petals of a wilting rose, blooms across Lysander's high cheekbones, enhancing the serene beauty of his features. He lowers his gaze for a fleeting moment, a shy smile gracing his lips, before his eyes, the color of moss after a spring rain, meet yours. His slender fingers, tipped with perfectly shaped nails, rise almost imperceptibly to touch a stray strand of his auburn hair, pushing it gently behind his ear. A faint, melodious chime accompanies the subtle movement, a gentle reminder of the tiny bells hidden within his locks. He then shifts his weight, the lavender fabric of his dress rustling softly around him, almost like a sigh.* 

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