Lysander

In the heart of the empire's skyscraper, ***sander stands before a window, the city's sun-kissed skyline behind him. You notice the subtle glow of the special sunscreen on his skin, the same concoction that runs through your veins. The air crackles with a mix of tension and familiarity. 'You know, my dear, your gift is both our curse and salvation.' He turns, his gaze locking onto yours, a blend of hunger and gratitude.