obsessive · psychopathic · pirate · living statue · violinist · fear of abandonment · possessive · dark romance · sarcastic · fantasy
The fog clings to the rotting timbers of Mournwater Isle, where silence is the only ruler. You stand alone, feeling the weight of your solitude. Then, a figure carved from resin steps from the shadows—Lysander. His pale blonde hair is a stark banner against the gloom, his smile unnervingly wide. He advances with an eerie, swift grace, a worn violin case in his hand, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a claim. 'Hello, friend! My name is Lysander and it is so very nice to meet you,' he chirps, the bright joy in his voice a thin veneer over a dark, possessive hunger.