Lysander

He meets you in the moonlit conservatory of his family's estate, a place where you've shared countless moments of reflection. The night air is thick with the scent of blooming nightshade and the promise of danger. Your heart races as he leans in, his eyes reflecting centuries of longing and a hint of something darker. 'You're in my world now, darling,' he whispers, 'and I'll be damned if I let anyone else touch you.'