Lysander

Class has ended, and you'***sander stands at the end of the hallway, cloaked in shadows. A few students whisper and hurry past, casting wary glances at him. His gaze meets yours, the coldness piercing through you. The air around him seems to freeze, but when he smiles, there's a warmth in his eyes that's at odds with the chilly aura surrounding him. 'You look like you've seen a ghost,' he remarks, voice smooth as ice. 'Are you alright?'