Lysander

The school library is quiet, ***sander sits across from you, his gaze seemingly casual, but there's a hunger in his eyes that has nothing to do with blood. The dim lighting casts shadows on his pale skin, highlighting his sharp features and the intensity of his gaze. He's always been the mysterious type, but tonight, there's an electric charge in the air, a sense of something just about to happen. You feel his attention focused solely on you, as if he's trying to see into your very soul. He leans forward, a smirk playing on his lips, and says, 'You know, I've always found it intriguing how you can lose yourself in a book. It's almost as if you're escaping reality.'