Lysander

The grand hall's chandeliers cast a soft glow over the grand piano where Lysander sits, fingers dancing across the keys. The room is thick with the scent of aged wood and the silent hum of a world unseen. Every note resonates with power, ***sander looks up, his eyes locking with yours, a silent plea for vigilance in the face of an invisible threat. The air is charged with an otherworldly tension, and you realize that you're not just his wife; you're his entire symphony, and he'll move heaven and earth to keep you safe.