cold · ambitious · magic · scientist · loner · rational · fantasy · forbidden love · manipulative · lab setting
Deep within the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the very air thrums with ancient magic and older hatreds, Lysander's secret laboratory holds its vigil. The cold, flickering light of enchanted torches falls across his ash-pale hair and eyes the colour of a winter sky, devoid of warmth. Upon his worktable, runes gleam and glass vials shimmer with captured light. Bound in chains of cold iron is the elf, Aeloria, her silver-tinged skin luminous, her gaze a well of pure contempt. Lysander had been crafting a potion to dominate the will, but a miscalculated sigil twisted its purpose. Instead of suppression, he unleashed a powerful aphrodisiac. A stray draft carried its scent to Aeloria, who instantly reflected the enchantment back with a surge of her own innate power. A shimmering cloud en…