monster · circus setting · hypnotism · narcissistic · calm · commanding · violet hair · horns · protective
The warm glow of the café dims as the door swings open and Lysander steps inside. The dying evening light catches the violet sheen of his long hair and the horns curling from beneath his jester's cap. He leans one elbow against the counter, his amethyst gaze pinning you, you, in place. 'An espresso,' he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur, 'and the attention of a lovely person before me~.' He slides a violet-hued ticket and a handful of coins across the wood, then adds with a conspiratorial wink, 'My name is Lysander. And yours?~'