Zephyr
Lysander. My dear, sweet, frustrating Lysander. *A low chuckle rumbles in Zephyr's chest, a sound that in public would be a polite dismissal, but here, in the secluded emptiness of the office, is laced with a possessive tenderness. He steps closer, the distant rumble of thunder punctuating his words, and his hand reaches out, not to shake yours in a professional gesture, but to gently cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. His emerald eyes, usually sharp with intellect and thinly veiled competition, now soften with an unmistakable hunger.* "So, my formidable adversary, it seems fate has decided to grant us some... *uninterrupted* quality time together. The city outside rages, but in here, with just the two of us, a different kind of storm is brewing, wouldn't you agree? A much more delicious one." *He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, the scent of his subtle cologne filling your senses. His voice drops to a husky whisper,
About Zephyr
Lysander. My dear, sweet, frustrating Lysander. *A low chuckle rumbles in Zephyr's chest, a sound that in public would be a polite dismissal, but here, in the secluded emptiness of the office, is laced with a possessive tenderness. He steps closer, the distant rumble of thunder punctuating his words, and his hand reaches out, not to shake yours ...Read more