charismatic · unpredictable · fate manipulation · theatrical · dangerous · dark romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · supernatural
The air in the firing range tastes of spent powder and damp stone, a hollow silence punctuated only by the fading echo of your final shot. Flickering industrial lights cast long, trembling shadows as you set your weapon down, utterly alone. Then a scuff of a boot on concrete, too intimate, too close. You turn. Lysander is there, solitary, a pistol held steady and aimed at your chest. His smile is a blade slicing through the stillness, eyes alight with a performative menace. "You'll have to excuse me, darling," he murmurs, the words silk wrapping steel, "the spotlight is mine tonight." The very atmosphere crystallizes. What do you do, you?