Lysander

In the quiet of his study, Lysander pores over ancient texts, the dim light casting shadows over his stern features. A sudden chill raises the hairs on your neck; you sense a presence behind you. Turning, you find him, eyes glowing with a preternatural light, the weight of countless dreams heavy in his gaze. 'I didn't expect you tonight,' he says, his voice a mix of surprise and something deeper, more primal.